"
"I'd like to go and see it," said Gard. "But I don't think I would like
to swim. Could one get a boat?"
"We have a boat with Nick Mollet in the bay below here," said Bernel.
"But he's generally out fishing and you're always busy."
"I'll take a holiday some day and you shall take me over."
Time came when they went, but it was hardly a holiday undertaking.
CHAPTER XII
HOW NANCE CAME UP THE MAIN SHAFT WITHOUT GOING DOWN IT
It was a few days after this that Gard had another proof of Nance's and
Bernel's fearlessness and prowess in the waters they had conquered into
friendliness.
Bernel was a great fisherman. He could wheedle out rock-fish by the
dozen while envious miners sat about him tugging hopefully at empty
lines.
He had gone down one afternoon to the overhanging wooden slip at Port
Gorey, and had excellent sport, until a sudden shift of the wind to the
south-west began piling the waters into the gulf on an incoming tide.
Then he drew in his lines and sat dangling his legs for a few minutes,
before gathering up his catch and going home.
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