Fire Island Part 29

"I say it's a capital idea," said Oliver, and his companions endorsed his opinion.

"So I thought," said the mate. "It will take a long time to tear up enough of the old brig, and to get the material down to the sh.o.r.e, but we shall all work with a will. I thought that we might make a hut under the cocoa-nut trees just opposite one of the openings in the reef, and as you agree that it's a good plan, I propose beginning at once. Then we could sail east, west, or north, to one of the settlements."

"But what's the hurry?" said Oliver.

"Eh? Hurry? Why, we're wrecked, sir, and I want to get afloat again."

"But we don't," cried Oliver. "We could not be in a better place for our studies, and we shall want you to let us have the men to go with us upon expeditions and carry our collections."

"But isn't it rather too cool to sit down patiently here with our s.h.i.+p wrecked?"

"I haven't found the place very cool, Mr Rimmer," said Panton, smiling.

"I didn't mean that kind of coolness," said the mate, heartily. "But it fidgets me about my vessel. See how she's canted over. I should not be surprised to find her some day sunk out of sight."

"But you couldn't find her if she was sunk out of sight," said Drew, merrily.

"No, no, of course not. How you gents do catch me up."

"Look here, Mr Rimmer, don't you worry," cried Oliver. "Let the vessel be for a bit while we collect. When we have exhausted the place we will all join you heart and soul in any plan to get away; but, dangerous as the island is, I don't want to leave it yet."

"Nor I," said Panton.

"Nor I," cried Drew.

"All right then, gentlemen. Then we'll stay as we are for the present, only something must be done about fresh provisions."

"I'll start at once shooting, and we can eat all the birds I kill. I only want the skins."

"And I daresay I can collect a good deal of fruit and some form of vegetables that may be useful," said Drew.

"That's good, gentlemen. But first of all, I think we ought to do some fis.h.i.+ng."

"Good," said Panton. "Why not net one of the big pools?"

"First reason, because we have no drag-net, sir. Second, because there are things in those pools that would tear any net to pieces and take the men who used it as bait."

"Yes, there are crocodiles, I know."

"Yes, sir, and a kind of sea-serpent thing in plenty."

"What!" cried Panton, with a laugh.

"Oh, I don't mean sea captains' sea-serpents, sir; but fellows of five, six, or seven feet long. There are plenty of them out in these seas, and some are poisonous, too. No, I don't think we'll try the pools, for did we catch any fish I'm afraid they'd be sickly and unwholesome. I propose getting the lines and going to the sh.o.r.e, rowing out to one of those patches of rock just at the opening of the reef; and trying our luck there."

"I'm ready," said Oliver, "and we might perhaps get hold of a turtle.

We ought to slip a noose round one of the flippers if we see one again."

"That's right, sir, we will. A good turtle would be worth having now."

"When do you propose going?" asked Panton.

"To-day, if you are all willing," said the mate.

"I'm willing enough if the others are," cried Oliver, "for it will be a treat to examine the strange tropical fish."

"What about bait?" asked Drew.

"Oh, a bit or two of salt meat will do to begin with," said the mate.

"I daresay we can catch one or two with that. Then we shall be all right. There is no better bait than a bit of fresh fish to tempt others."

"Plenty of sh.e.l.l fish, too, in the lagoon," suggested Oliver.

"Of course, I had forgotten them. An hour's time? Will that do?"

"Capitally," they cried.

"Then I'll go and see about the tackle and some bait for ourselves."

In less than the suggested time the little party, with four of the sailors to help row and carry the provisions out, and any fish they might catch, back to the s.h.i.+p, were on their way to the sh.o.r.e.

It was a couple of weeks since Oliver's return, and the eagerness to ascend the mountain was as strong with him as ever; but the attempt had been put off for the present, and in the interval plenty of collecting had been going on, and the mate had enough to do to make things what he called snug.

They pa.s.sed a couple of pools on the way, and it was evident that they were rapidly drying up, for the shrinking of the water was visible at the edges, and the presence of crocodiles plain enough.

"Will not these places be very offensive when they dry and the fish die?" said Drew, quickly.

"No, sir, the crocs won't leave any fish to die, and before long they'll begin travelling down to the sea."

The sh.o.r.e was reached at last, and all eagerly laid the cocoa-nuts under contribution, the cool, sub-acid milk being most refres.h.i.+ng. Then the boat was run down over the sand by the sailors, launched, and they put off across the calm lagoon, only pausing twice for a few of the soft molluscs to be fished up to act as bait.

A quarter of an hour later the boat was made fast to a ma.s.s of coral upon a bare patch of fairly level rock some fifty feet across. It was close to an opening in the reef, where the tide came rus.h.i.+ng in and the water was roughened and disturbed, beside possessing the advantage for the fisherman of going down at once quite deep, where they could throw out their lines right into the opening.

Three of these were soon rigged up and baited by the men, Smith devoting himself to Oliver Lane, who stood ready to throw out his lead sinker.

"Aren't you going to fish too, Mr Rammer?" he asked.

"Not if you can get any, my lad; I'm going to lash this big shark hook on to the end of a long pole and gaff all you catch."

Oliver laughed.

"You don't expect that I'm going to catch anything big enough for you to want a hook like that to haul it out?"

"Why not? We haven't come to catch sprats, sir. Strikes me that if the fish bite, you'll find you get hold of some thumpers. I've fished in these waters before, and I remember what sort of sport I had out in Fiji. Ready?"

"Yes," said Lane, who had just covered his hook with the tough mussel-like mollusc he had drawn out of a sh.e.l.l.

"Throw in just out yonder, then, right in the opening of the reef where the waves come in."