"What do I think?" said Rob; "I think that if we could get two or three more hauls like that I would soon buy a share in Coll MacDougall"s boat and go after the herring."
They had no more thought that afternoon of "cuddy"-fishing after this famous take. Rob and Neil--the younger ones having had their share--rowed back to Erisaig; then Rob left the boat at the slip, and walked up to the office of the fish-salesman.
"What will ye give me for mackerel?" he said.
The salesman laughed at him, thinking he had caught a few with rods and flies.
"I"m no buying mackerel," said he; "no by the half-dozen."
"I"ve half a boat load," said Rob.
The salesman glanced towards the slip, and saw the tailor"s boat pretty low in the water.
"Is that mackerel?"
"Yes, it is mackerel."
"Where were you buying them?"
"I was not buying them anywhere. I caught them myself--my brothers and me."
"I do not believe you."
"I cannot help that, then," said Rob. "But where had I the money to buy mackerel from any one?"
The salesman glanced at the boat again.
"I"ll go down to the slip with you."
So he and Rob together walked down to the slip, and the salesmen had a look at the mackerel. Apparently he had arrived at the conclusion that, after all, Rob was not likely to have bought a cargo of mackerel as a commercial speculation.
"Well, I will buy the mackerel from you," he said. "I will give you half-a-crown the hundred for them."
"Half-a-crown!" said Rob. "I will take three-and-sixpence the hundred for them."
"I will not give it to you. But I will give you three shillings the hundred, and a good price, too."
"Very well, then," said Rob.
So the MacNicols got altogether 2 pounds 8 shillings for that load of mackerel: and out of that Rob spent the eight shillings on still further improving the net; the 2 pounds going into the savings bank.
It is to be imagined that after this they kept a pretty sharp look-out for "broken water;" but of course they could not expect to run across a shoal of mackerel every day.
However, as time went on, with bad luck and with good, and by dint of hard and constant work whatever the luck was, the sum in the savings bank slowly increased; and at last Rob announced to his companions that they had saved enough to enable him to purchase a share in Coll MacDougall"s boat. Neil and Duncan and Nicol were sorely disinclined to part with Rob; but yet they saw clearly enough that he was getting too old to remain at the cuddy-fishing, and they knew they could now work that line of business quite well by themselves. What Rob said was this:
"You see it is a great chance for all of us that I should get a share in the boat; for what I make at the herring-fishing will go into the bank along with what you make at the trawling by the sh.o.r.e. And who knows, if we all work hard enough, who knows but we may have a herring-skiff all to ourselves some day? And that would be a fine thing to have a herring-skiff to ourselves, and our own nets; and all that we earned our own, and not in debt to any one whatever."
Of course that was a dream of the future; for a herring-skiff costs a considerable sum of money, and so do nets. But in the meantime they were all agreed that what Rob counselled was wise; and a share in Coll MacDougall"s boat was accordingly purchased, after a great deal of bargaining.
A proud lad was Rob MacNicol the afternoon he came along to the wharf to take his place in the boat that was now partly his own. His brothers and cousin were there to see him (envious a little, perhaps; but proud also, for part of their money had gone to buy the share). He had likewise purchased second-hand a huge pair of boots that were as soft and pliable as grease could make them; and he carried a brand-new yellow oilskin in his hand that crackled as he walked. Neil, Duncan, and Nicol watched him throw his oilskin into the boat, and go forward to the bow, and take his place there at the oar; and they knew very well that if there was any one who could pull a huge oar better than Rob MacNicol, it was not in Erisaig that that person was to be found.
Then the big herring-skiff pa.s.sed away out to the point in the red glow of the evening; and Rob had achieved the first great ambition of his life.
CHAPTER V.
THE HIGH ROAD.
That was not a very good year for the herring-fishing on this part of the coast; but at all events Rob MacNicol learned all the lore of the fishermen, and grew as skilled as any of them in guessing at the whereabouts of the herring; while at the end of the season he had more than replaced the 12 pounds he had used of the common fund. Then he returned to the tailor"s boat, and worked with his brothers and cousin.
He was proud to know that he had a share in a fishing-skiff; but he was not too proud to turn his hand to anything else that might help.
These MacNicol boys had grown to be greatly respected in Erisaig. The audacity of four "wastrel laddies" setting up to be fishermen on their own account had at first amused the neighbours; but their success and their conduct generally, soon raised them above ridicule; and the women especially were warm in their commendation. They saw how Rob gradually improved the appearance of his brothers and cousin. All of them had boots and stockings now. Not only that, but they had white shirts and jackets of blue cloth to go to church with on Sunday; and each of them put twopence in the collection-plate just as if they had all been sons of a rich shopkeeper. Moreover, they were setting an example to the other boys about. Four of these, indeed, combined to start a cuddy-fishing business similar to that of Rob"s. Neil was rather angry; but Rob was not afraid of any compet.i.tion. He asked the new boys to come and see how he had rigged up the guy-poles. He said there were plenty of fish in the sea; and the market was large enough. But when the new boys asked him to lend them some money to buy new ropes he distinctly declined. He had got on without borrowing himself.
It was a long and dreary winter; but Nicol had nearly finished with his schooling; and the seine-net had been largely added to; and every inch of it overhauled. Then the cuddy-fishing began again; and soon Rob, who was now nearly eighteen, and remarkably firm-set for his age, would be away after the herring.
One day, as Rob was going along the main thoroughfare of Erisaig, the banker called him into his office.
"Rob," said he, "have ye seen the skiff[1] at the building-yard?"
"Ay," said Rob rather wistfully, for many a time he had stood and looked at the beautiful lines of the new craft. "She"s a splendid boat."
"And ye"ve seen the new drift-net in the shed?"
"Ay, I have that."
"Well, ye see, Rob," continued Mr. Bailie, regarding him with a good-natured look; "I had the boat built and the net bought as a kind of speculation; and I was thinking of getting a crew through from Tarbert. They say the herring are beginning to come about some of the western lochs. Now I have been hearing a good deal about you, Rob, from the neighbours. They say that you, and your brothers and cousin, are sober and diligent lads; and that you are good seamen, and careful.
Then you have been a while at the herring fishing yourself. Now do you think you could manage that new boat?"
"Me!" said Rob, with his eyes staring, and his face aflame.
"I go by what the neighbours say, Rob. They say ye are a prudent lad, not over venturesome; and I think I could trust my property to ye.
What say ye?"
In his excitement at the notion of being made master of such a beautiful craft, Rob forgot the respect he ought to have shown in addressing so great a person as the banker. He blurted out--
"Man, I would just like to try!"
"I will pay ye a certain sum per week while the fishing lasts,"
continued Mr. Bailie, "and ye will hire what crew ye think fit.
Likewise I will give ye a percentage on the takes. Will that do?"
Rob was quite bewildered. All he could say was--
"I am obliged to ye, sir. Will ye wait for a minute till I see Neil."
And very soon the wild rumour ran through Erisaig that no other than Rob MacNicol had been appointed master of the new skiff, the _Mary of Argyle_; and that he had taken his brothers and cousin as his crew.
Some of the women shook their heads; and said it was a shame to let such mere lads go to the herring-fishing--for some night or other they would be drowned; but the men, who knew something of Rob"s seamanship, had no fear at all; and their only doubt was about the younger lads being up to the heavy work of hauling in the nets in the morning.
But their youth was a fault that would mend week by week. In the meantime, Rob, having sold out his share in MacDougall"s boat, bought jerseys and black boots and yellow oil-skins for his companions; so that the new crew, if they were rather slightly built, looked smart enough, as they went down to the slip to overhaul the _Mary of Argyle_.