human
Do me the honour to use my rod, Ralph, said Joe.
gpt
I think you have seen it before.
human
No, Joe; I am going to cut one yonder that will do just as well for me.
gpt
It is not; it is yours.
human
Well, call it mine. I’m much obliged; but really now, I don’t want to fish. I’ve had enough of that. I am going to search for bait, and keep the hooks supplied. Just give me one half the glory of catching the fish.
gpt
All right. We’ll make it a point to keep you busy, boy. Here, bait’s wanted, cried Ralph, jointing the rod and untwisting the line.
human
I can’t start with a bare hook.
gpt
Hold on till I get started in the business. I haven’t got in my supplies, answered Joe, leaning down over the side of the rocks and pulling off winkles that were fastened to it.
human
There now; go at it. Both hooks are baited, and more meat’s ready. Who wants bait? Here are fine fat winkles to cover bare hooks.
gpt
Bait mine. --
human
My hook is bare,