"Wonder whether a vish"ll take it, Master Nic," said Pete as he stood up in the boat. "Now if it was one o" them "gators I could lash my knife on to the end of the pole and spear a little un, but I s"pose it wouldn"t be good to eat."
Nic shook his head.
"Might manage one to-morrow, zir, if we don"t ketch a vish."
Nic shook his head again.
"I mean, zir, when we"re nex" door to starvation-point. Don"t feel as if I could touch one to-day."
"Don"t talk about the horrible reptiles, Pete," said Nic, with a shudder.
"Right, Master Nic, I won"t, for horrid they be; and I don"t mind telling you that when I zwimmed across to get this boat I was in such a fright all the time that I felt all of a zweat. I don"t know whether I was, for it don"t zeem nat"ral-like for a man to come all over wet when he"s all wet already; but that"s how I felt. There we are, then. I"m ready, Master Nic, if you"ll go on steady, on"y taking a dip now and then to keep her head straight."
He held up the iron hook, which began to spin round, and he chuckled aloud.
"I wouldn"t be zuch a vool as to throw a thing like that into the water at home, Master Nic," he said, "for no vish would be zuch a vool as to run at it; but out here the vish are only zavages, and don"t know any better. That"s what I hopes."
Nic began to dip an oar now and then, so as to avoid the rotten stumps, snags, and half-fallen trees, as the stream carried them on, so that he had little opportunity for noting the occupants of this dismal swamp; but Pete"s eyes were sharp, and he saw a good deal of the hideous, great lizard-like creatures lying about on the mud or upon rotten trunks, with their h.o.r.n.y sides glistening in the pencils of light which pierced the foliage overhead, or made sunny patches where, for the most part, all was a dim twilight, terribly suggestive of what a man"s fate might be if he overbalanced himself and fell out of the boat.
"I believe them great "gators are zo hungry," said Pete to himself, "that they"d rush at one altogether and finish a fellow, bones and all."
At last: "Looks a reg"lar vishy place, Master Nic; zo here goes."
Pete gave the bright hook a swing and cast it half-a-dozen yards from the boat to where it fell with a splash, which was followed by a curious movement of the amber-hued water; and then he began to s.n.a.t.c.h with the line, so as to make the bright iron play about.
Then there was a sudden check.
"Back water, Master Nic," cried Pete. "I"m fast in zomething."
"Yes," said Nic, obeying his order; "you"re caught in a sunken tree.
Mind, or you"ll break your line."
"That"s what I"m feared on, Master Nic, but it"s "bout the liveliest tree I ever felt. Look where the line"s going. I"m feared it"s gone."
The line was cutting the water and gliding through Pete"s fingers till he checked it at the end, when a black tail rose above the surface and fell with a splash, and the line slackened and was hauled in.
"Hook aren"t gone, zir," said Pete as he drew it over the side. "Rum vishing that there. Why, it were one o" them "gators, five or six foot long. Let"s try lower down."
They tried as Pete suggested, and there was another boil in the water, but the hook was drawn in without a touch; and Pete tried again and again, till he felt the glistening iron seized by something which held on fast.
"Got him this time, zir," said Pete, with his face lighting up. "It"s a vish now. One o" they pike things, and not zo very big."
"Haul in quick," cried Nic.
It was an unnecessary order, for the line was rapidly drawn close inboard, and Pete lowered one hand to take a short grip and swing his captive out of the water. But he put too much vigour into the effort, and flung his prize right over just as it shook itself clear of the hook, and fell upon the gunwale before glancing off back into the water.
No fish, but an alligator about thirty inches long.
"Ugh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Pete; "and I thought I"d got a vish. Never mind, Master Nic. We"ll have zomething good yet."
His companion did not feel hopeful. It was evident that the water swarmed with the reptiles, and in spite of the terribly faint sensation of hunger that was increasing fast, Nic felt disposed to tell his companion to give up trying, when suddenly there was a fierce rush after the glistening hook as it was being dragged through the water, a sudden check, and the water boiled again as Pete hauled in the line, sea fishing fashion, to get his captive into the boat before it could struggle free from the clumsy hook.
This time success attended Pete"s efforts. He got hold of the line close to the iron, and with a vigorous swing threw his prize into the boat just as the hook came away, leaving the fish to begin leaping about, till Nic stunned it with a heavy blow from the boat-hook pole.
"I knowed we should do it, Master Nic," said Pete triumphantly. "There now, aren"t it zummat like one of our big pike at home? Now, that"s good to eat; and the next game"s tie up to the zh.o.r.e where there"s some dry wood, and we"ll light a fire."
"Yes," said Nic as he bent over their prize. "I suppose it"s what they call the alligator-gar, Pete."
"Dessay it is, zir; but I don"t care what they calls it--Ah, would you?"
cried Pete, stamping his bare foot upon the great fish as it made a leap to escape. Nic too was on the alert, and he thrust the ragged head of the pole between the teeth-armed, gaping jaws, which closed upon it fiercely and held on.
But Pete"s knife was out next moment, and a well-directed cut put the savage creature beyond the power to do mischief.
"A twenty-pounder, Master Nic. Wish it were one o" your zalmon. There, I"ll zoon clean him, while you run the boat in at a good place."
"But how are we to get a fire, Pete?" said Nic anxiously, for an intense feeling of hunger now set in.
"I"ll zoon show you that, lad," replied Pete; and he did. In a very short time after, by means of a little flint he carried in company with his pocket-knife, the back of the blade, and some dry touchwood from a rotting tree, he soon had a fire glowing, then blazing, for there was dead-wood enough to make campfires for an army.
Another quarter of an hour pa.s.sed, and the big fish was hissing and spluttering on a wooden spit over the glowing embers; and at last they were able to fall to and eat of the whitest, juiciest flesh--as it seemed to them--that they had ever tasted.
"Bit o" zalt"d be worth anything now, Master Nic, and I wouldn"t turn up my nose at a good thick bit o" bread and b.u.t.ter, and a drop o" zyder"d be better than river water; but, take it all together, I zay as zalmon"s nothing to this here, and we"ve got enough to last uz for a couple or three days to come."
"Now for a few big leaves to wrap the rest in," said Nic at last, after they had thoroughly satisfied their hunger.
"Right, Master Nic; but I must have a good drink o" water first."
"Yes," said Nic, suddenly awakening to the fact that he was extremely thirsty, and he rose to his feet to utter a cry of horror.
"Pete--Pete! The boat! the boat!"
Pete leaped up and stared aghast, for the action of the running stream had loosened the thin remnants of the rope with which they had moored their boat. These had parted, and the craft was gliding rapidly away, a quarter of a mile down the river.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.
A STERN-CHASE.
"Oh, why didn"t I watch it?" groaned Pete, in agony; and his next glance was along the bank of the river, with the idea of running till opposite the boat.
He groaned again as he grasped the fact that he could not run, only walk for two or three yards before the dense tangle of the forest commenced, and progress through that was impossible.
"Means zwim for it, Master Nic," he cried, with an attempt at being cheery; "but look here, lad, if you zee me pulled down by them "gators or vish, let it be a lesson to you. Don"t you try the water."
Then to himself, as he plunged in:
"Why, o" course he wouldn"t. What"s the good o" saying that?"
The water was deep and clear close in to the overhanging bank, and Pete dived out of sight, scaring some occupant of the river, which swept itself away with as much commotion in the water as was caused by the man"s dive; but when he rose to the surface, yards away, shook his head, and glanced back over his left shoulder, it was to see Nic"s head rise a short distance behind him, for the younger man had followed on the instant.