about one
o'clock
shouted Bob ; `` we 're going down to the shore . '' I hurried after them , and we went lower and lower till we reached the little river , which ran glistening and rippling over the stones . We had no tackle but our hands , and so the little trout that revelled in the clear water escaped that day ; but we were obliged to stop at every swirling pool where the water grew deep and dark , to have a good stare at the little speckled beauties , and lay plots against their happiness . These pauses took up a good deal of time , so that it was about one o'clock when we reached Uggleston 's cottage , and , as it happened , just as its tenant was coming up from his boat , having just landed from some expedition along the coast . He was not alone , for old Binnacle Bill , as we called him , was behind , carrying the oars and the mast with the little sail twisted round , so as to put them in Uggleston 's lean-to shed . As we drew nearer I began to wonder what sort of a reception we were going to receive from old Jonas Uggleston ; and it struck me very forcibly then , how strange it seemed that he should be the father of my school-fellow , who was always well dressed , that is as school-boys are , while he was just like an ordinary fisherman of the coast , with rough flannel trousers rolled up , big fisherman 's boots , blue worsted shirt , and an otter-skin cap , from beneath which his grisly hair stuck out in an untended mass , while his beard , that was more grisly still , half covered his dark-brown face . He was a stern , fierce-looking man , with large dark eyes that seemed to ferret out everything one was thinking about , and as he came up he looked at us all searchingly in turn .