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"You must mind the boat; you must stop talking, if you can't do your duty without."
John promised to be more careful, and Paul had no further occasion to complain of his inattention. The younger fisherman was a good boy, but he had not yet been trained to that steadiness of purpose which is necessary to success. He was only ten years old, and it was not to be expected that he should fully appreciate the earnestness of his brother's purpose, though he was beginning to realize that close attention was necessary in order to accomplish great deeds. He was fond of trying experiments, just for the fun of the thing; and when he had been permitted to take the helm on other occasions, he wanted to do something besides keep her in a direct course--to see how close she would lie to the wind without letting the sail shake, to run down a floating ma.s.s of seaweed, or chase a stick of wood; but on this trip, he was guilty of no greater indiscretion than carelessness.
Long before the boat reached Bayville, Paul had skinned and strung the fish; and their appearance on the line was creditable to his skill.
Leaving John to secure the boat, he took the fish and hastened up to the house of Captain Littleton. He found that gentleman in his garden with his guests.
"Well, Paul, what luck?" asked he, as the young fisherman came in sight.
"First-rate, sir."
"How many have you got?"
"Six dozen."
"Just the number I want. Carry them into the kitchen, Paul. I declare, you have dressed them very nicely."
"I tried to have them right, sir, and I am glad they suit you," replied Paul, modestly, as he walked towards the rear of the house.
"Stop, Paul; what have you got there?" said Captain Littleton.
"Tautog, sir; and if you will permit me, I will leave them in the kitchen with the perch."
"You are a lucky fisherman Paul; those are handsome fish, and if you will leave them, I will make it all right when you come out. That is a luxury I did not expect."
Paul was delighted by the commendation of his friend, and the splendid scheme of his future operations increased in importance with every word that was uttered. With a light heart he ran into the kitchen with his stock, and then returned to Captain Littleton.
"Here is two dollars, Paul," said he, handing him a bill.
"That is too much, sir," stammered Paul, overwhelmed at the idea of having made two dollars in one day.
"It is right, my boy; take it. You mustn't be bashful if you are going to fight your way through the world."
"You are very kind, sir, but this is more than the fish come to,"
answered Paul, taking the bill.
"No, it isn't; the perch come to a dollar and twenty cents, the tautog to seventy-five, which make a dollar and ninety-five cents. So we will call it square, and I am very much obliged to you besides."
"I didn't mean to charge you any thing for the tautog, sir."
"Look here, Paul; when you get rich I will accept your gifts; but now, my boy, I will take the will for the deed, and I feel just as grateful to you as though you had presented me a service of plate. You have done well, and I am glad of it."
"Thank you, sir; I am very much obliged to you for this, and for all you have done for my mother," replied Paul, as he put the bank bill in his pocket.
"By the way, how about that place in the lawyer's office, Paul?" said Captain Littleton, as the young fisherman turned to go home.
"If you please, sir, I had rather not take the place."
"You are going to do better, then?"
"Yes, sir, I think I am. I am very much obliged to you for the trouble you have taken."
"Not at all, my boy; I didn't think the situation would be large enough to suit your ambition. What are you going to do, Paul?"
"I am going to catch fish, and sell them in town, sir," replied Paul, boldly, though he could hardly keep down the emotions that swelled in his bosom.
"Good, my boy! I like an enterprising spirit and I dare say you will do very well. You may put me down for two dozen perch every Sat.u.r.day."
"Thank you, sir."
"I will speak to my neighbors, and I have no doubt you will find a market for all the fish you can catch."
"You are very kind."
"What does your mother say about the plan?"
"I haven't told her yet. It is a new idea. I am afraid she will not like it very well."
"She will not object very strongly."
"If you would speak to her about it, if you please, sir; she will think everything of what you say."
"I will, Paul. When you catch any more tautog, be sure and bring them to me."
"I certainly will, Captain Littleton," answered Paul, as he bounded towards home, his heart filled with grat.i.tude to his friend, and with hope for the success of his darling scheme.
Half a dozen times on the way, he put his hand into his pocket to feel of the old black wallet, that contained the proceeds of his first day's work. He had never done a job before which produced more than half a dollar, and the immense sum in his pocket seemed enough to make or break an ordinary bank. Such a run of luck was almost incredible. Wouldn't his mother be astonished when he handed her that two dollar bill!
He had some misgivings in regard to his mother's consent; for like all good mothers, who love their sons, she did not like to have him exposed to danger. But that two dollar bill, and the brilliant promise of success which the future held out to him, would be strong arguments in favor of the scheme, and he hoped to triumph over every objection she could present.
Before he reached the cottage, Paul contrived to subdue some of his enthusiasm, and walked into the kitchen, where his mother was getting dinner, as coolly and indifferently as though nothing extraordinary had happened. It was hard work for him to keep down the excitement that was raging within, but he had determined not to made a fool of himself.
"Well, Paul, have you had a good time," said Mrs. Duncan, as he entered the room.
"First-rate, mother," he replied; though he was not exactly pleased to find that she regarded the trip to Rock Island in the light of a pleasure excursion.
"Did you get as many fish as Captain Littleton wanted?"
"Yes, more too; I left six dozen perch and three handsome tautog in his kitchen just now."
"You were lucky."
"I am good for as many as that every day. Look here, mother;" and he pulled out his wallet, and took therefrom the two dollar bill. "What do you think of that?"
"Did he give you all that?"
"He did."
"He is very liberal."