"The State of Maine doesn't have to hire any warden to keep me honest." "You're a fool, young fellow!" said the man, heatedly. "That may be," retorted Jim, "but your saying so doesn't make me one. Besides, I'd rather be a fool than a crook." The smackman's red face grew redder. "Don't you get fresh with me!" he warned, threateningly. "Do you mean to say I'd do anything crooked?" "You're the best judge about that." Jim was tiring of the conversation. He turned his back on the stranger and resumed baiting his trawl. Finding that nothing was to be gained by a longer stop, the man, muttering angrily, started his engine and left the cove. "I'm not saying whether this lobster law's a good thing or not," said Jim to the other boys. "Some fishermen say it isn't. But so long as it's the law it ought to be kept, until we can get a better one. I don't believe in breaking it just for the sake of making a few dollars." "Then the law doesn't suit everybody," ventured Throppy. "Not by a long shot! Each session of the Legislature they fight it over, and make some changes, and then a new set of people are dissatisfied. What's meat to one man is poison to another. It's impossible to pass a law somebody wouldn't find fault with." "What keeps one man from pulling another man's traps?" asked Percy. "His conscience, if he has any; and, if he hasn't, his dread of being found out. It's a mean kind of thieving, but more or less of it's done alongshore. Sometimes it costs a man dear. I know of two cases, within twenty-five miles of this island, where men have been shot dead for that very thing. About as unhealthy as stealing horses out West, if you're caught. Like everything else, now and then it has its funny side. Once a lobsterman lost his watch, chain and all; for a day or two he was asking everybody he met if they'd seen it. A neighbor of his went out to pull his own traps. In one of them he found the first man's watch, hanging by its chain to the door, just where it had been caught and twitched out of its owner's pocket when he had slid the trap overboard, after stealing the lobsters in it. It was a long time before he heard the last of that." "Did he get his watch back?" asked Percy. "Don't know!" replied Jim. "But if he didn't it served him right." On the _Barracouta's_ next trip to Matinicus she brought back the balance of Throppy's wireless outfit. It did not take him long to get his plant in working order. Almost every evening thereafter he spent a short time picking up messages from passing steamers and the neighboring islands, and sending others in return. The wireless came to fill an important place in the life of the boys on Tarpaulin, furnishing a bond of connection between them and the outside world. VIII SALT-WATER GIPSIES