THE FISHERMAN’S BOY. 35

“¢He is not captain,’ said Jock.

“Isn't he?’ said the sailor. ‘Who
commands that craft you sail in, then?
Do you?’

“The sailors laughed heartily at this, and
Jock looked somewhat confused. 'The fish-
erman himself smiled. He was busy all
this time fastening the painter to some part
of the ship, and then he began to trade with
the sailors for his fish. 'They bought a good
many of them, and the fisherman put the
money in his pocket: still he had an abun-
dant store left besides. He was very glad
of this sale, for he did not very often get so
good an opportunity to sell his fish so well.
Finally, when the sailors had bought all
they wanted, the fisherman said he must put
off, or he should be very late home, there
was so little wind. .

“<¢Mhere is more wind coming,’ said one
of the sailors, in a red cap, who stood lean-
ing over the bulwark towards the boat.
‘We are going to have a squall off from the
land.’

“You know what a squall is,” said Jonas,
*T suppose.”

“Not exactly,’ said Rollo.