answered.

"Quite. I think," he replied, and the carriage moved on, he with Max
and Lulu, and several of the young gentlemen of the company following on
foot.

Sachacha Pond they found to be a pretty sheet of water only slightly
salt, a mile long and three quarters of a mile wide, separated from the
ocean by a long narrow strip of sandy beach. No stream enters it, but it
is the reservoir of the rainfall from the low-lying hills sloping down
to its shores.

Quidnet--a hamlet of perhaps a half dozen houses--stands on its banks.

It is to this pond people go to fish for perch; calling it fresh-water
fishing; here too they "bob" for eels.

Our party had not come to fish this time, yet had an errand aside from a
desire to see the spot--namely, to make arrangements for going sharking
the next day.

Driving and walking on to Quidnet they soon found an old, experienced
mariner who possessed a suitable boat and was well pleased to undertake
the job of carrying their party out to the sharking grounds on the
shoals. He would need a crew of two men, easily to be found among his
neighbors, he said; he would also provide the necessary tackle. The bait
would be perch, which they would catch here in the pond before setting
out for the trip by sea to their destination--about a mile away.

Mr. Dinsmore, his three grandsons, and Bob Johnson were all to be of