"d.i.c.k Williams, don"t you stop for me. I"m not a bit afraid. If you don"t harpoon that sawfish and give me his saw, I won"t speak to you for a week," said the excited girl.
"No use, Molly, I wouldn"t do it if it meant that you"d never speak to me."
"If Miss Barstow will wait on the bank for half an hour you can bring her the saw, all right," said the captain, who seemed anxious to oblige both of the pa.s.sengers.
"Put me ash.o.r.e quick, then."
The girl was soon standing on the bank and the chase was renewed. A hundred yards farther up the narrow stream the great sawfish was found swimming slowly across a bank where the water was shoal, with his two fins and tail showing in line above the water. As the harpoon pole was lifted and d.i.c.k"s every muscle strained for the throw, the captain shouted:
"Throw three feet ahead of that forward fin. That"s where his back is."
The harpoon struck the fish in the middle of his wide back and as the freed pole splashed in the water the sawfish made a mighty swirl and was off at express speed. The line was strong, the barb of the harpoon was under the tough leather of the creature"s back, and the skiff seemed to fly through the water as d.i.c.k gave the line a turn around his hand and the captain fended the skiff from the banks when sharp turns were made by the flying fish as it followed the channels of the crooked creeks. Sometimes the stream broadened, often it narrowed; once the sawfish dashed through an overgrown waterway where d.i.c.k and the captain crouched to the gunwale to avoid the arching branches that swept over and tore at the sides of the skiff.
There was half an hour of this work. d.i.c.k"s hands were blistered and numb and his brain dizzy with the quick turns and changing courses of the fish, when suddenly he became panic-stricken and called to his companion:
"Captain! Are you perfectly _sure_ you know where you are? _Sure_ you can find Miss Barstow?"
The captain laughed.
"Find her? Why she"s here within a hundred feet of you now."
And, sure enough, the next turn in the creek showed the girl standing on the bank by the water"s edge.
"Can"t I get aboard?" she called out as the skiff swept past, and d.i.c.k would have said "Yes," but the captain shook his head.
"There"s trouble ahead. That fish is just getting ready to fight."
Before they had pa.s.sed out of sight of the girl, the sawfish turned around and for the first time headed for the skiff.
"Down, quick!" yelled the captain and both d.i.c.k and he crouched low in the skiff as a great broad sword, swung with all the power of the tremendous fish, swept over their heads. As the angry creature pa.s.sed them, a second blow which fell upon the skiff and threatened to wreck it was echoed by a cry from the girl. The attack on the skiff was the last great effort of the fish, and though he still swam strongly he could be controlled. The captain ran the skiff on a shallow bank and helped d.i.c.k with the line until sixteen feet of fierceness lay stranded on the bank. As the sawfish is a species of shark, d.i.c.k had no hesitancy about killing it, but wanted Molly to first see his captive and have a look at her saw, before it left the place where it grew. The captain brought the girl, and then a rope was made fast to the saw of the fish and tied to a tree, after which the brute"s brain was explored with an axe and the saw cut off as a trophy.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE HARPOON STRUCK THE FISH IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS BROAD BACK"]
"Better wake up," shouted the captain the next morning, before the boys were stirring. "There"s a shark outside waiting for you, and I"ve wired your harpoon line."
The boys omitted their ablutions that morning and must have hurried their devotions, for three minutes after they were called found them aboard the skiff which they drove toward a big fin and a swaying tail, which was cutting the water a hundred yards from the _Irene_.
As they neared the shark, d.i.c.k took the harpoon pole and made ready with the harpoon, while Ned sculled quietly in the wake of the ugly fish. Twice the shark heard them and darted away, but on the third approach d.i.c.k drove the iron deep in the back of the brute. The shark lashed out with its tail, sending the water flying as the harpoon struck, and then made a straight-away dash for a hundred yards while the boys rode in triumph behind it. Then the maddened creature turned, and rolling up on the line, bit it savagely but vainly.
Again and again the brute dashed away and again and again it turned, biting at the line and attacking the boat with its teeth. d.i.c.k held the skiff close to the shark, which lifted its head and seized the gunwale in its huge mouth, when Ned struck the furious creature a powerful blow on its nose with the axe. For a moment the brute seemed paralyzed, but soon returned to the attack, when the boy drove the point of the big gaff through the tough hide of the tiger of the sea.
Ned held on to the handle of the gaff, although almost dragged overboard during the first wild struggles of his captive, and then hauled the head of the brute over the gunwale, where a few blows with the axe ended the trouble.
When the boys got back to the _Irene_, Ned was happily surprised to find ready a dainty breakfast which his a.s.sistant had graciously prepared for all hands and which drew from him the unusual praise:
"A girl on a cruise is a mighty nice thing--sometimes."
The day was to be devoted to crocodile hunting and d.i.c.k went in the skiff with the captain, while Molly was put in command of the power boat with Ned as engineer and Mr. Barstow as pa.s.senger.
Several crocodile caves were found, but none of the inhabitants were at home. One large crocodile showed itself for an instant, but the river was deep, the overhanging banks offered good hiding places, and the reptile escaped. It was after they had given the hunt up for the day and were on their way to the _Irene_ that d.i.c.k, who had stood faithfully at his post in the bow, with his harpoon ready, threw hastily at something he saw crawling on the bottom and found on the end of his line a squirming baby crocodile, scarcely four feet long. The harpoon had barely touched the side of the little reptile and the barb held by a thread-like bit of skin. When the boy saw how lightly the iron was held he dropped the line and grabbed the baby with both hands. His arms were scratched and his clothing torn by the needle-like teeth before he could tie the jaws of the creature, after which he took the baby crocodile in his arms and tucked it away in the bow of the skiff. Before he had time to tie the little reptile in its crib Ned shouted from the power boat:
"There"s one under that bank, a big fellow."
The captain sculled the skiff slowly toward the crocodile, which was lying on the water, just under the bank. As they approached, the creature slowly sank beneath the surface of the water, which was shallow, and beneath it a bottom of mud in which the fleeing reptile had left his trail. The captain followed the trail by the furrow-like track of the tail, the spoor of the paws and the roiled water, until d.i.c.k got a shot with his harpoon. Then the crocodile towed the skiff into the deeper channels of the river, among logs and snags and under banks, sometimes rolling up on the line and biting at the skiff while d.i.c.k vainly tried to get a bight of the harpoon line around the creature"s jaw. The reptile was too wary for him, until finally the captain threatened the crocodile with a pole, while d.i.c.k got a line around its jaws and took it in the skiff.
There was so little room in the skiff that d.i.c.k sat on the back of his captive until they reached the _Irene_. If he had tried this with an alligator he would have gone overboard, _p.r.o.nto_, but when a crocodile"s jaws are tied he is gentler than most lambs.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SIXTEEN FEET OF FIERCENESS LAY STRANDED ON THE BANK"]
As soon as d.i.c.k had his new pets safely on the _Irene_ he examined them carefully and then shouted to Ned:
"This is my old crocodile, the very one we turned loose when we were here before. I"d know him in a thousand. Don"t you remember the broken point to the tooth that stuck out through his upper jaw, on the right side, too? Why, Crocky, old boy, how are you? I"m mighty glad to see you again."
"Don"t you want to set them free to-morrow, d.i.c.k?" asked Mr.
Barstow.
"I don"t, but I"ve got to."
"Would you rather send them North to be educated?"
"I surely would. I wish I could."
"I think it can be managed. I know of a zoological collection where they will be very welcome. If you think they haven"t been injured, I will ship both of them North from Miami."
"They are all right. I know that. I made two bad throws and barely touched both of them. I don"t believe you could find where either of them was. .h.i.t, now."
"Then North they go."
The boys made a box for the little crocodile, gathered a lot of gra.s.s for his bed and stowed him away in the hold where he would be safe from the attentions of Tom. There was not enough lumber on board to make a box for the big crocodile and the brute was put overboard to pasture at the end of a hundred-foot line. As soon as the crocodile was overboard d.i.c.k drew it beside the boat and untied its jaws. At first it tried to get away, but soon gave it up and thereafter rose to the surface every few minutes and gazed gravely upon its new friends on the boat. When later the _Irene_ was ready to sail, d.i.c.k drew his pet up to the side of the boat and tied his jaws without remonstrance from the reptile. It took three of them to haul the creature aboard, where it was fastened to a ringbolt on deck for the first stage of its journey to the Zoo.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THEY HAULED THE HEAD OF THE BRUTE OVER THE SIDE OF THE BOAT"]
"Captain Hull," said Ned, as the whole party were watching the stars from the cabin top and waiting for the moon to rise that night, "we have got back from the Madeira Hammock every thing we lost there, so we will start for Miami to-morrow."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"You know you said we might lose a day round here, and now we have got a day to spare."
"You"ll be lucky if you don"t lose it. There"s lots of chances between here and Miami, or between here and anywhere. There isn"t six inches between the _Irene"s_ bottom and the rocks this minute and we"re going to stir the mud a dozen times to-morrow."
"Supposing a storm comes while we are anch.o.r.ed so near the rocks?"
"Anybody who supposes in this country won"t ever do anything else."
"Would we make anything by another night run?"
"Make sure to pile up on a bank so high that you"d have time to homestead a farm before you got off."
The _Irene_ stirred the mud a few times the next day, but pa.s.sed through Blackwater, Barnes and Card sounds and all the cuts and channels to Biscayne Bay without trouble. There a high wind and a heavy sea held her back, so that it was dusk when the anchor was dropped just outside of the mouth of Miami River. During this, their last evening on the cabin roof of the _Irene_, Mr. Barstow said to d.i.c.k:
"Do you feel perfectly well and strong again?"