The cod moved along as though they were alive, and long ere Harvey had ceased wondering at the miraculous dexterity of it all, his tub was full.
"Pitch!" grunted Uncle Salters, without turning his head, and Harvey pitched the fish by twos and threes down the hatch.
"Hi! Pitch 'em bunchy," shouted Dan.

"Don't scatter! Uncle Salters is the best splitter in the fleet.

Watch him mind his book!" Indeed, it looked a little as though the round uncle were cutting magazine pages against time.

Manuel's body, cramped over from the hips, stayed like a statue; but his long arms grabbed the fish without ceasing.

Little Penn toiled valiantly, but it was easy to see he was weak.