During the remainder of the day Jack, Tom and Frank were about the shipyard watching the carpenters at work on various vessels of small tonnage drawn up for repairs. After dinner they went uptown to purchase the necessary paint and to arrange for an additional supply of canned goods with which to stock their larder.
"Let"s get some vegetables for supper," Tom said as they visited one of the stores. "It will surprise the boys when they get back all tired and hungry. They"ll like that."
Well loaded the lads returned to the shipyard. As they neared the place where their vessel was now lying on the ways, Jack stopped short in his tracks. He turned a startled glance toward his companions. Alarmed, they eagerly crowded closer.
"What"s the matter, now?" inquired Tom in a whisper.
"I just saw Wyckoff sneaking behind that shed," Jack replied.
CHAPTER XII
SAVED BY A STRANGER
"Look, Harry," Arnold cried as they rowed along. "See the palm leaf fans all growing in bunches on sh.o.r.e there."
"Those must be what they call "Palmettos,"" answered Harry.
"Are they good to eat?" was Arnold"s query.
"Not that I know of," Harry replied, "unless some native animal here wants to commit suicide. They are rough and have barbs growing on the leaf stems. They do resemble palm leaf fans with streamers on the edge.
We won"t bother them, though."
"Surely not," responded Arnold. "But look at that tree with all the gray washing hanging on it. Looks for all the world like all the kitchen mechanics and pot wrestlers in the world had hung their dirty dish cloths on it to dry. And there"s another--and another--and another," he exclaimed.
"I know what that is," announced Harry. "That"s the Spanish moss we"ve heard about! At last, we"re getting closer to the Treasure Chest. At least we"ve found something Spanish."
"Pull in toward the sh.o.r.e," requested Arnold. "I see a spot I think would be ideal for a fishes park. I can almost imagine I see numbers of young fish sitting around on the benches in the shady spots right now.
They look so cool and comfortable!"
"I wonder if any of them are hungry enough to take a little lunch,"
mused Harry, pulling as close to the bank as he could.
"Try and see," advised Arnold. "I"m going to drop a line to a big young fellow I"ve heard about and see if he will answer."
Both boys laughed quietly at the conceit. Their day started finely and augured well. Preparing their tackle they lost no time in lowering an alluring bait to the finny denizens of the water.
Evidently the fish were hungry for not many minutes pa.s.sed before Harry felt a tug at his line. He began reeling in rapidly.
"Oh, what a whopper," exclaimed Arnold peering over the side of the boat. "It"s as long as my arm and big as a good sized stove pipe, I believe. One or two like that will be enough."
"Thanks," panted Harry. "Wait till I get this one."
Skillfully the lad drew the fish to a point where he could be sure of landing it without danger. Then he waited for his chum to a.s.sist with the landing net. The fish was a beauty.
"What shall we call it?" proudly questioned the lad.
"Well, I should call that No. 1," gravely replied Arnold. "He looks like a fellow I used to know by the name of "A. No. 1.""
"Good," cried the delighted Harry. "Now you go after his cousin. Get Mr.
No. 2, and do it quickly."
"Here he comes," declared Arnold. "I knew I spit, no, spat--what should I say, spitted or spatted?--on that bait just right."
"You watch out or he"ll walk away with the bait and all."
"Bingo," yelled Arnold. "I got him."
Harry laughed to see the way Arnold was struggling to keep the fish. For a short time it looked as if the fish had Arnold. At last after a long battle the fish was exhausted and gave up.
"That"s a better one than mine," was Harry"s generous comment.
"They"re just about as nearly twins as it"s possible to get them,"
a.s.serted Arnold. "And they"re both beauties. It"s nearly noon by my watch, so I vote we go ash.o.r.e and build a fire. Some fish for dinner wouldn"t go bad at all. What are these, Ba.s.s?"
"I don"t think so," objected Harry. "See that red spot just at the root of their tail? Well, the natives a call that redfish."
"All right," agreed Arnold, "fresh redfish will go mighty fine. And I"m hungry enough to eat a big one myself."
"You"re always hungry, Arnold," declared his chum.
"No more often than the rest of the crew. I notice they all eat when the eating is good. And I"d pity the chicken that had to live off the table sc.r.a.ps from our festive board," declared the boy with emphasis. "We"re noted for being table finishers."
"I notice we all brought our appet.i.tes along," admitted Harry.
"Lets land near that oak tree that leans out over the water," suggested Arnold. There are three tall pines growing a short distance from the oak and that"ll make a good landmark if we walk about."
"The very thing! You haven"t forgotten your instructions in scouting, have you? That idea is a good one."
"Then we"ll go up from the river a ways, make a little camp and eat dinner. Maybe we can see some of the wild creatures of this country. It would be interesting to watch them at play."
"I"m agreeable. We"ve got the whole day before us. Isn"t it fine to know that you don"t have to get back at any certain time, but can just loaf along if you wish or work hard if you like?"
"Glorious," agreed Arnold. "Just now, however, you"ll want to work hard, I know, for we"re going to have a grand feed on redfish. That means you"ll please get the wood while I clean the "piece de resistance" of our dinner. The boys put up a nice lunch."
Not far from the tree where they landed the boys found a suitable spot for their camp. A fire was soon blazing merrily over which the fish cooked with an appetizing odor.
"The boys laughed when I brought this pan along," remarked Arnold. "They evidently didn"t believe I would have need for it."
"They"ll like that fine big fish we take home, I"ll wager."
"After dinner, let"s gather some of that Spanish Moss and take it to the Fortuna. I wonder if it wouldn"t make good mattresses."