All at once that hired man runs to the end of the wharf and calls after us.
"'All right for you, you fat-head!' he yells.

'You'll be sorry for what you done to me.' "I cal'late the boss would have liked to go back and lick him, but I was hired to go a-fishin', not to watch a one-sided prize fight, and I thought 'twas high time we started.
"The name of that launch was the Shootin' Star, and she certainly lived up to it.

'Twas one of them slick, greasy days, with no sea worth mentionin' and we biled along fine.

We had to, because the cod ledge is a good many mile away, 'round Sandy P'int out to sea, and, judgin' by what I'd seen of Fatty so fur, I wa'n't hankerin' to spend more time with him than was necessary.

More'n that, there was fog signs showin'.
"'When was you figgerin' on gettin' back, Mr.Williams ?' I asked him.
"'When I've caught as many fish as I want to,' he says.