The boys hurried through their breakfast the next morning, anxious to see their captive, which they found where they left him, quite friendly and almost unafraid. d.i.c.k took the line in the stern of the canoe, while Ned paddled from the bow. Baby was tractable and allowed himself to be towed, even swimming himself. He behaved best when his head was brought beside the canoe and seemed to like the petting that d.i.c.k gave him. When the baby had been tied in the little cove that Ned had discovered, in such a way that he could range over the whole of his nursery, the boys decided not to put a row of poles across the mouth of it. d.i.c.k thought it was too much work and Ned said it was no use, because Ma Manatee would knock the whole business over the tree-tops with one gentle little whack of her tail.
They paddled back to their camp and hunted over the prairies behind it all the afternoon. Ned shot another buck, this time in a very boggy swamp. It was not a big buck, but before they got out of the swamp with it the boys had learned several ways in which a deer should not be carried. First, one took the carca.s.s by the tail-end and the other by the head. The middle of the body sagged down in the mud and pulled the boys after it. Then the creature was slung on a pole, which they took on their shoulders. This was better, but every time one stumbled, which was most of the time, both landed in the bog. Then Ned remembered what all boys should know, and the legs of the buck were skinned up to the knee joints. With these loose ends of skin, the legs were so tied together in pairs as to form a loop through which the arms could be thrust and the whole body of the deer worn like a coat.
By taking turns at toting the thing, the boys got their venison to camp without very much trouble. While jerking it they were very glad to lie around camp and rest, and gossip. But their talk always came around to one subject--what to do with their captive. Ned wanted to send him North to some aquarium, but didn"t quite see how to do it.
d.i.c.k offered to swim him down the rivers to the Gulf of Mexico if Ned would sail him up the coast to Marco or Myers, for shipment by water or rail.
"I"m really in earnest about this, d.i.c.k, because I know father would like it so much. He is always looking out for curiosities to send to museums or his collecting friends, and this would be such a rare thing."
"Would your father stand for a good big bill to get Baby north?"
"He"d stand for anything! What"s in your noddle, d.i.c.k?"
"It can be done, easy. We"re not many miles from the coast, and I"ve been wrecked on that coast, Neddy, so I remember it. We will paddle down this river, and as many more as are necessary, until we get to the Gulf. Then we"ll paddle along the coast to the shack of a fisherman whom I know. He"s got a sloop and all you"ve got to do is to offer him enough, to make him hustle around for lumber and make a water-tight box big enough for Baby to travel in. Then we will help him get the infant aboard, start him for the railroad and go back to our hunt. Has your father an agent in Myers who"d take your word for the bill? Coz if he didn"t the account would likely be settled with a shot-gun."
"Agent? Why, dad will be there himself by that time. And if he isn"t, the agent is there all right, all right. So if your pirate settles with me with a shot-gun, I"ll settle with that agent, same way."
As soon as the meat was cured, the boys started for the coast in their canoe. On the way they stopped at the nursery and found Baby almost glad to see them, and when Ned put half a banana in his mouth, the little manatee seemed really grateful. Ned even thought that when he pressed the baby"s flipper good-bye, the pressure was returned, at least that is what he told d.i.c.k. The canoeists had trouble in avoiding the gra.s.s and moss of the big bay, but two hours of paddling carried them to the coast, where a strong on-sh.o.r.e wind was sending long rollers up on the beach. d.i.c.k knew where they were, and said that they had come down Broad River, and that the fisherman"s ranch was only six or seven miles up the coast.
"We can walk up the beach to it and save time. The water is too rough for the canoe," said Ned.
"I don"t know about that. I"ve lived on the water some and I"ve seen curious things done with canoes. Let"s try it."
"Better try the waves with an empty canoe first. Then I"ll be with you."
The canoe was unloaded on a quiet bit of the beach which lay behind a shoal and the boys by turns got into the canoe and paddled out among the breakers. Then they went out together and through it all the canoe rose to the waves like a duck. Then they reloaded their canoe and started up the beach. At times the wind was stronger and the waves bigger, but always the canoe rode them with a gait like a rocking-chair. They paddled easily, "taking the waves on the bias,"
as d.i.c.k observed, heading a little off-sh.o.r.e to balance the push of the wind and the waves.
The fisherman was at home, and Ned soon closed a contract with him to carry Baby Manatee to Myers at Ned"s cost and risk, payment to be made in Myers by Mr. Barstow or his agent. The man had just got in some lumber to build a skiff. This would serve to build the box, and the charge for it would be five dollars. The fisherman said he would need the help of his son; that the charge for the two would be four dollars a day, and he "reckoned" it would take eight days, so the contract was closed for thirty-seven dollars. He was ready to start right off and catch the evening tide up Broad River.
"Don"t you want to make the box first?" said Ned.
"Reckon not. "Druther see the manatee "fore I spile good lumber.
Manatees is mighty scurse in this country."
d.i.c.k flared up, and said to the fisherman:
"Do you mean that we"ve been lying about a manatee?"
"Course not, not lyin"; manatee"s all right, only you ain"t much ust to "em and it may be bigger"n you think, "nd I"d hate to make th"
box too little."
The lumber was taken on board, the canoe unloaded and laid on the deck of the sloop, the sails reefed and with her skiff drawn close up under her stern the craft was soon flying down the coast. When she reached the river the reefs were shaken out and in little more than an hour anchor was dropped beside the manatee cove. It was nearly dark and work was to begin the next morning, but all hands wanted a look at the little manatee. The fisherman and his son went in their own skiff while Ned and d.i.c.k led the way in the canoe.
"Now I"ll show you something worth seeing," said Ned, as he took hold of the end of the line and pulled it all easily in. As Ned sat looking at the broken end of the line, half stupefied by the greatness of his surprise, the fisherman laughed and said:
"That sure was worth seem", "nd I reckon I"ve saved you five dollars by not makin" that box till I got here "nd saw the critter."
"I"ll keep the contract. It isn"t your fault that the manatee has got away."
"No, I reckon "twan"t anybody"s fault, much. All I want out o" you is four dollars for one day"s work," and the fisherman laughed again, adding a moment afterward:
"I"m "most ashamed to take that much, but I reckon the joke"s been wuth it ter you."
Ned paid the four dollars and the boys paddled back to their old camp for the night. On the way back Ned stopped paddling, and turning back, said to d.i.c.k:
"Did that old fellow mean that he didn"t believe we had caught a manatee at all?"
"If I thought he did, I"d go back and punch his head."
"No, you wouldn"t. He isn"t to blame. He only thought what everybody who hears of it and don"t know us will think. I hope he won"t tell about it in Myers, so that it will get to Dad"s ears."
"I shouldn"t think you"d care for that," said d.i.c.k.
"Well, Dad enjoys a joke and I would likely hear of "Ned"s manatee"
pretty frequent for some time."
CHAPTER X
HARPOONING FROM A CANOE
Do you want to go for any more manatees?" asked d.i.c.k, the next morning.
"Guess not. We"re pretty well acquainted with the critters already and if we tackled another it would likely be a bigger one, and the sample we had was about all we could manage. But the bay here is full of big fish. Suppose we get out the little harpoon and pick up some drum-fish, channel-ba.s.s or a whip-ray?"
When the boys started out for a day of harpooning, d.i.c.k sat high up on the stern of the canoe with the paddle, while Ned stood in the bow with the harpoon.
"Hadn"t you better sit down in the bottom of the canoe to paddle?
The canoe feels wobbly to me," said Ned.
"What"s the matter with your nerves, Neddy? I"m not going to capsize you. S"pose I practiced half a day with that papoose for nothing?"
"Most of that practice was swimming, wasn"t it? I don"t want any of that in mine to-day."
Ned harpooned several large drum-fish, and finally got a channel-ba.s.s, after missing several.
"We"ve got a lot more fish than we can eat now. Let"s go for something big and have some fun. Hit that shark over there."
"That shark could bite this canoe in two and then swallow the pieces. I wouldn"t mind that so much if we were in the Glades, but I don"t want to be set afoot so far from fresh water. See that big whip-ray! It"s a beaut;--paddle up to it, d.i.c.k."
d.i.c.k paddled toward the fish, which was shaped like a b.u.t.terfly, with a back six feet broad, covered with beautiful little white rings placed on a jet black background. The graceful creature fluttered along the surface of the bay with a bird-like motion, at a speed that soon took it nearly out of sight of the boys. d.i.c.k followed it, as it zigzagged about the bay, sometimes skimming on the very surface and then disappearing in the depths for minutes at a time. Once it was out of sight for five minutes, and d.i.c.k had just stopped paddling, saying:
"Got to give it up. That big b.u.t.terfly is the other side of the bay by this time," when Ned saw the broad back of the creature gliding beneath his harpoon, beside the canoe and a foot or two under the surface. His quick side-throw was doubly effective, for the harpoon was buried in the back of the quarry, while Ned and d.i.c.k were buried in the water of the bay. The center of gravity of the canoe"s cargo of boys was at least two feet above the gunwales of the craft, and when Ned"s side-thrust threw him out of balance, the canoe popped from under him, and as d.i.c.k sat on the stern of the canoe and quite outside of it, he was in the water as soon as his chum. The whip-ray had darted away at high speed as soon as the iron touched him, but before the line which was coiled in the harpoon tub had run out, Ned had seized the tub, which was floating near him when he came to the surface.
The end of the line was fast to the tub and when it was reached Ned was hauled through the water by the fish. If Ned had been built like a canoe, he would probably have caught the whip-ray, but the drag of the boy in the water was too much for the hold the iron had in the body of the creature, and the harpoon tore out. The boys managed to rock the water out of the canoe, but swamped it several times while trying to get in it without going ash.o.r.e. After they had succeeded, d.i.c.k took the harpoon, while Ned sat in the bottom of the canoe with his paddle.