"If I had my clothes off," said Ford, "I believe I"d try that on."
"Dab Kinzer, you"s de bes" feller dar is. But wot"ll we do wid de old boat?" burst out d.i.c.k, on coming to the surface.
"Let the tide carry her in while we"re crabbing. She isn"t worth mending, but we"ll tow her home."
"All right," said d.i.c.k, as he grasped the gunwale of Dab"s boat, and began to climb over.
"Hold on, d.i.c.k."
"I is a-holdin" on."
"I mean, wait a bit. Ain"t you wet?"
"Of course I"s wet."
"Well, then, you stay in there till you get dry It"s well you didn"t have your new clothes on."
"Ain"t I glad "bout dem!" enthusiastically ex-claimed the young African.
"Nebber mind dese clo"es. De water on "em"s all good, dry water, like de res" ob de bay."
And, so saying, d.i.c.k tumbled over in, with a spatter which made Ford Foster tread on two of three crabs in getting away from it. It was not the first time, by many, that d.i.c.k Lee had found himself bathing in that bay without any time given him to undress.
And now it was discovered that the shipwrecked crabber had never for one instant lost his hold of the line, to the other end of which was fastened his precious sheep"s-head.
They made a regular crabbing crew now,--two to pull up, and one to scoop in; and never had the sprawling game been more plentiful on that pasture, or more apparently in a greedy hurry to be captured.
"What on earth shall we do with them all?" asked Ford.
"Soon"s we"ve got enough for a mess for both our folks," said Dab, "we"ll quit this, and go for some fish. The clams are good bait, and we can try some of your tackle."
Ford"s face brightened a good deal at that suggestion, for he had more than once cast a crest fallen look at his pretentious box. But he replied,--
"A mess! How many crabs can one man eat?"
"I don"t know," said Dab. "It depends a good deal on who he is. Then, if he eats the sh.e.l.ls, he can"t take in so many."
"Eat de sh.e.l.ls? Yah, yah, yah! Dat beats my mudder! She"s allers a-sayin" wot a waste de sh.e.l.ls make," laughed d.i.c.k. "I jest wish we might ketch some fish. I dasn"t kerry home no crabs."
"It does look as if we"d got as many as we"ll know what to do with,"
remarked Dab, as he looked down on the sprawling mult.i.tude in the bottom of the boat. "We"ll turn the clams out of the basket, and fill that; but we mustn"t put any crabs in the fish-car. We"ll stow "em all forward."
The basket held more than half a bushel, but there was still a "heap" of what Ford Foster called "the crusties" to pen up in the bow of the boat.
That duty attended to, the grapnel was pulled up, and d.i.c.k was set at the oars, while Dab selected from Ford"s box just the hooks and lines their owner had made least account of.
"What"ll we catch, Dab?"
""Most anything. n.o.body knows till he"s done it. Perch, porgies, cunners, black-fish, weak-fish, maybe a ba.s.s or a sheep"s-head, but more cunners than any thing else, unless we strike some flounders at the turn of the tide."
"That"s a big enough a.s.sortment to set up a fish-market on."
"If we catch "em. We"ve got a good enough day, anyhow, and the tide"ll be about right by the time we get to work."
"Why not try here?"
""Cause there"s no fish to speak of, and because the crabs"ll clean your hook for you as fast as you can put the bait on. We must go out to deeper water and better bottom. d.i.c.k knows just where to go. You might hang your line out all day and not get a bite, if you didn"t strike the right spot."
Ford made no answer, but looked on very seriously while Dab skilfully slit up a tough old Dutch clam into bait. It was beginning to dawn upon him that he could teach the ""long-sh.o.r.e boys," whether black or white, very little about fishing. He even allowed Dab to pick out a line for him, and to put on the hook and sinker; and d.i.c.k Lee showed him how to fix his bait, "so de fust cunner dat rubs agin it won"t knock it off.
Dem"s awful mean fish. Good for nuffin but "teal bait."
A merry party they were; and the salt water was rapidly drying from the garments of the colored oars-man, as he pulled strongly and skilfully out into the bay, and around toward a deep cove at the north of the inlet mouth.
Then, indeed, for the first time in his life, Ford Foster learned what it was to catch fish.
Not but what he had spent many an hour, and even day, on and about other waters, with a rod or a line in his hand; but he had never before had two such born fishermen at his elbow to take him to the right place precisely, and at the right time, and then to show him what to do when he got there.
It was fun enough; for the fish bit remarkably well, and some of those which came into the boat were of a very encouraging size and weight.
There was one curious thing about those heavier fish.
Ford would have given half the hooks and lines in his box, if he could have caught from d.i.c.k or Dab the mysterious "knack" they seemed to have of coaxing the biggest of the finny folk to their bait, and then over the side of the boat.
"There"s some kind of favoritism about it," he remarked.
"Never mind, Ford," replied Dab. "d.i.c.k and I are better acquainted with them. They"re always a little shy with strangers, at first. They don"t really mean to be impolite."
Favoritism it was, nevertheless; and there was now no danger but what d.i.c.k would be able to appease the mind of his mother without making any mention of the crabs.
At last, almost suddenly, and as if by common consent, the fish stopped biting, and the two ""long sh.o.r.e boys" began to put away their lines.
"Going to quit?" asked Ford.
"Time"s up, and the tide"s turned," replied Dab.
"Not another bite, most likely, till late this evening. We might as well pull up, and start for home."
"That"s a curious kind of a habit for fish to have."
"They"ve all got it though, "round this bay."
"Mus" look out for wot"s lef" ob de ole scow, on de way home," remarked d.i.c.k a little solemnly. "I"s boun" to ketch it for dat good-for-noting ole board."
"We"ll find it, and tow it in," said Dab; "and perhaps we can get it mended. Anyhow, you can go with us next week. We"re going to make a cruise in Ham Morris"s yacht. Will you go?"
"Will I go? Yoop!" almost yelled the excited boy. "Dat"s jest de one t"ing I"d like to jine. Won"t we hab fun! She"s jest de bes" boat on dis hull bay. You ain"t foolin" me, is yer?"
He was strongly a.s.sured that his young white a.s.sociates were in sober earnest about both their purpose and their promise; and, after that, he insisted on rowing all the distance home.
On the way the old punt was taken in tow; but the tide had already swept it so far inside the mouth of the inlet, that there was less trouble in pulling it the rest of the way. It was hardly worth the labor, but Dab knew what a tempest the loss of it might bring around the ears of poor d.i.c.k.