'There are no fish here,' I said to Moley after a while. 'Let us go out to sea. We'll have more luck there.'
Moley agreed, and we went further away from the shore. Then I stopped the boat, as if I was ready to start fishing again. I pretended to reach forward for something behind Moley, then, surprising him, I pushed him over the side of the boat into the sea. He was a very good swimmer and I knew he would not drown. He called out to me at first, asking me to take him back into the boat.