The next day but one I went to Faulkner's shanty, by previous appointment, for another trip to the pound net.
Ramsay, dipping his oars quietly, steered toward the first pound net they had set.
I found that the shanty of Captain Faulkner, who had charge of the pound net, was adjoining the hotel grounds.
Ramsay was somewhat surprised to see them give a pound net a wide berth and head into the bay.
They saw the spiles of the second pound net rising like a ghost's fingers.
They were near the second pound net now, and Ramsay gripped his shotgun fiercely.