To cut another's roding is crime unspeakable on the Banks; yet it was done, and done without detection, three or four times that day.

Tom Platt caught a Maine man in the black act and knocked him over the gunwale with an oar, and Manuel served a fellow-countryman in the same way.

But Harvey's anchor-line was cut, and so was Penn's, and they were turned into relief-boats to carry fish to the _We're Here_ as the dories filled.

The caplin schooled once more at twilight, when the mad clamour was repeated; and at dusk they rowed back to dress down by the light of kerosene-lamps on the edge of the pen.
It was a huge pile, and they went to sleep while they were dressing.
Next day several boats fished right above the cap of the Virgin; and Harvey, with them, looked down on the very weed of that lonely rock, which rises to within twenty feet of the surface.

The cod were there in legions, marching solemnly over the leathery kelp.