"Jack doesn"t have to be at the light till dark. The old lady gets along all right alone," explained Phineas. "And it ain"t many of these longsh.o.r.emen who know how to handle a motor. Jack"s used to machinery."
He seemed to feel that it was necessary to excuse himself for hiring the hairy man. But Heavy only said:
"Well, as long as he behaves himself I don"t care. But I didn"t suppose you liked the fellow, Phin."
"I don"t. It was Hobson"s choice, Miss," returned the sailor.
Phineas, the girls found, was a very pleasant and entertaining man.
And he knew all about fishing. He had supplied the bait for tautog, and the girls and boys of the party, all having lived inland, learned many things that they hadn"t known before.
"Look at this!" cried Madge Steele, the first to discover a miracle.
"He says this bait for tautog is scallops! Now, that quivering, jelly-like body is never a scallop. Why, a scallop is a firm, white lump----"
"It"s a mussel," said Heavy, laughing.
"It"s only the "eye" of the scallop you eat, Miss," explained Phineas.
"Now I know just as much as I did before," declared Madge. "So I eat a scallop"s _eye_, do I? We had them for breakfast this very morning--with bacon."
"So you did, Miss. I raked "em up myself yesterday afternoon,"
explained Phineas. "You eat the "eye," but these are the bodies, and they are the reg"lar natural food of the tautog, or blackfish."
"The edible part of the scallop is that muscle which adheres to the sh.e.l.l--just like the muscle that holds the clam to its sh.e.l.l," said Heavy, who, having spent several summers at the sh.o.r.e, was better informed than her friends.
Phineas showed the girls how to bait their hooks with the soft bodies of the scallop, warning them to cover the point of the hooks well, and to pull quickly if they felt the least nibble.
"The tautog is a small-mouthed fish--smaller, even, than the ba.s.s the boys are going to cast for. So, when he touches the hook at all, you want to grab him."
"Does it _hurt_ the fish to be caught?" asked Helen, curiously.
Phineas grinned. "I never axed "em, ma"am," he said.
The _Miraflame_ carried them swiftly down the cove, or harbor, of Sokennet and out past the light. The sea was comparatively calm, but the surf roared against the rocks which hedged in the sand dunes north of the harbor"s mouth. It was in this direction that Phineas steered the launch, and for ten miles the craft spun along at a pace that delighted the whole party.
"We"re just skimming the water!" cried Tom Cameron. "Oh, Nell! I"m going to coax father till he buys one for us to use on the Lumano."
"I"ll help tease," agreed his twin, her eyes sparkling.
Nita, the runaway, looked from brother to sister with sudden interest.
"Does your father give you everything you ask him for?" she demanded.
"Not much!" cried Tom. "But dear old dad is pretty easy with us and--Mrs. Murchiston says--gives in to us too much."
"But, does he buy you such things as boats--right out--for you just to play with?"
"Why, of course!" cried Tom.
"And I couldn"t even have a piano," muttered Nita, turning away with a shrug. "I told him he was a mean old hunks!"
"Whom did you say that to?" asked Ruth, quietly.
"Never you mind!" returned Nita, angrily. "But that"s what he is."
Ruth treasured these observations of the runaway. She was piecing them together, and although as yet it was a very patched bit of work, she was slowly getting a better idea of who Nita was and her home surroundings.
Finally the _Miraflame_ ran in between a sheltering arm of rock and the mainland. The sea was very still in here, the heave and surge of the water only murmuring among the rocks. There was an old fishing dock at which the motor boat was moored. Then everybody went ash.o.r.e and Phineas and Jack Crab pointed out the best fishing places along the rocks.
These were very rugged ledges, and the water sucked in among them, and hissed, and chuckled, and made all sorts of gurgling sounds while the tide rose. There were small caves and little coves and all manner of odd hiding places in the rocks.
But the girls and boys were too much interested in the proposed fishing to bother about anything else just then. Phineas placed Ruth on the side of a round-topped boulder, where she stood on a very narrow ledge, with a deep green pool at her feet. She was hidden from the other fishers--even from the boys, who clambered around to the tiny cape that sheltered the basin into which the motor boat had been run, and from the point of which they expected to cast for ba.s.s.
"Now, Miss," said the boatkeeper, "down at the bottom of this still pool Mr. Tautog is feeding on the rocks. Drop your baited hook down gently to him. And if he nibbles, pull sharply at first, and then, with a stead, hand-over-hand motion, draw him in."
Ruth was quite excited; but once she saw Nita and the man, Crab, walking farther along the rocks, and Ruth wondered that the fellow was so attentive to the runaway. But this was merely a pa.s.sing thought. Her mind returned to the line she watched.
She pulled it up after a long while; the hook was bare. Either Mr. Tautog had been very, very careful when he nibbled the bait, or the said bait had slipped off. It was not easy to make the jelly-like body of the scallop remain on the hook. But Ruth was as anxious to catch a fish as the other girls, and she had watched Phineas with sharp and eager eyes when he baited the hook.
Ruth dropped it over the edge of the rock again after a minute. It sank down, down, down----Was that a nibble? She felt the faintest sort of a jerk on the line. Surely something was at the bait!
Again the jerk. Ruth returned the compliment by giving the line a prompt tug. Instantly she knew that she had hooked him!
"Oh! _oh!_ OH!" she gasped, in a rising scale of delight and excitement.
She pulled in on the line. The fish was heavy, and he tried to pull his way, too. The blackfish is not much of a fighter, but he can sag back and do his obstinate best to remain in the water when the fisher is determined to get him out.
This fellow weighed two pounds and a half and was well hooked. Ruth, her cheeks glowing, her eyes dancing, hauled in, and in, and in----There he came out of the water, a plump, glistening body, that flapped and floundered in the air, and on the ledge at her feet. She desired mightily to cry out; but Phineas had warned them all to be still while they fished. Their voices might scare all the fish away.
She unhooked it beautifully, seizing it firmly in the gills. Phineas had shown her where to lay any she might catch in a little cradle in the rock behind her. It was a damp little hollow, and Mr. Tautog could not flop out into the sea again.
Oh! it was fun to bait the hook once more with trembling fingers, and heave the weighted line over the edge of the narrow ledge on which she stood. There might be another--perhaps even a bigger one--waiting down there to seize upon the bait.
And just then Mary c.o.x, her hair tousled and a distressfully discontented expression on her face, came around the corner of the big boulder.
"Oh! Hullo!" she said, discourteously. "You here?"
"Sh!" whispered Ruth, intent on the line and the pool of green water.
"What"s the matter with you?" snapped The Fox. "Don"t say you"ve got a bite! I"m sick of hearing them say it over there----"
"I"ve caught one," said Ruth, with pride, pointing to the glistening tautog lying on the rock.
"Oh! Of course, "twould be you who got it," snarled Mary. "I bet he gave you the best place."
"_Please_ keep still!" begged Ruth. "I believe I"ve got another bite."
"Have a dozen for all I care," returned Mary. "I want to get past you."
"Wait! I feel a nibble----"