Part 23 (1/2)

”But how do you catch them?” asked the boy. ”Isn't it dangerous?”

”Not a bit, sair,” answered the boatman. ”I t'ink a squid can't do any harm. In Newfoun'land, so some one tell me, zey run as big as sixty and seventy feet, but in Santa Cat'lina, four or five feet from ze tail to ze end of ze arms is as long a one as I have seen, I t'ink.”

”I'd like to go catching squid, just to see how it's done,” said the boy. ”The squid I've seen on the Atlantic coast don't often grow bigger than twelve inches.”

”Catch plenty of zem, any evening you say,” the boatman answered; ”ze easiest way is to spear zem.”

”Bully!” the boy answered; ”let's go to-night! I'll get leave, when I go back to lunch.”

When Colin proposed a squid-hunt, at first his mother objected, saying she was sure such ugly-looking creatures must be poisonous, but the father knew that this was not the case, and having every confidence in Vincente, who was his regular boatman, he gave the desired permission.

Accordingly, after an early supper, Colin started out with Vincente to a section of the sh.o.r.e. The tall, sharp cliffs jutted straight out of the water, and far upon the crest were the characteristic flock of goats browsing along paths impa.s.sable to any other animal. Below the water lay the forest of giant kelp.

”We s'all find some squid 'round here,” the boatman said; ”and sometimes zere are octopus, too, though ze mos' of zem are on ze rocks a little furzer along.”

”We'd better get busy, I think,” said Colin, ”it won't be so very long before it begins to get dark.”

”We'll see,” was the reply, and picking up his gaffing-hook, Vincente prodded here and there amid the kelp. ”T'ought so,” he added a minute later, and pointed at the water.

”I don't see anything,” said Colin, looking closely. ”The water's too muddy.”

”No mud,” said the boatman, ”zat's sepia ink ze squid has squirted so as to hide. Zey always do zat. Zere's probably a lot of zem zere, for zey always keep togezzer.”

”Is that the real sepia ink, do you know, Vincente?” the boy asked.

”Ze squid, no; ze octopus, yes. Zere is two or t'ree people here zat catch ze octopus an' sen' ze ink bags to Frisco. See, zere's squid!”

As his eyes became a little accustomed to the reflections in the weed, Colin was able to see ghostlike brown forms that seemed to slide rather than swim through the water.

”Do they swim backwards?” he asked in surprise.

”Always, I t'ink,” said the boatman. ”Zey take in water at ze gills and zey shoot it out from a pipe near ze mout', an' zat way zey push zemselves along tail first. I'll bring ze boat closer to ze sh.o.r.e for zey'll back away from ze boat an' get into shoal water where we can spear zem.”

Moving very slowly and beating the seaweed as they went, little by little the two drove the hosts of squid back through the kelp to a narrow bay, the water being turned to a muddy brownish-black by the discharge of the ink-bags. The squid were of fair size, ranging from one to four feet in length, of which the body was about one-third. Presently Vincente's hand shot back a little and, with a quick throw, he cast the 'grains,' as the small-barbed harpoon was called, into the midst of them. Colin's eyes were not quick enough to see the squid, but the boatman smiled.

”Got him zat time!” he said. ”Pull him in.”

Without a moment's hesitation Colin grasped the rope that was attached to the small harpoon.

”Don't jerk,” the boatman warned him; ”ze flesh isn't very tough an'

unless you pull steady ze spear will draw right out.”

Suddenly Colin felt the rope tauten.

”What's the matter?” he said. ”I can't move it.”

”Ze squid has got hold of ze bottom,” said the boatman with a laugh.

”No, you can't move him. Nozzing move a squid, after he's got hold of somet'ing. He'll hang on to ze bottom till ze end of ze world, an' he'd let himself be cut to pieces before he'd let go his hold. Better jerk ze spear out!”

Colin gave a quick yank and the barbed harpoon came up with the blade as clean as though it had never been plunged into anything.

”Zere!” the boatman cried, as Colin stood holding the 'grains,' ”one great big one right under you!”