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He had stopped working his camera, and was urging the two men from the steamer, who were rowing his boat, to make better progress. "Deed an' dere am 'gators in dish yeah ribber!" declared one of the colored men. "Don't let the girls hear you say that!" cautioned Russ.
"Y-e-s," he replied slowly and reluctantly. "Then don't be so quick to doubt a thing just because you've never seen it," retorted Mrs. Quack. "I've seen Mrs. 'Gator build her nest more than once, and I've seen her eggs, and I've seen the baby 'Gators; and what is more, I'm not in the habit of telling things that I don't know are so." "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Quack." Peter was very humble.
"I wonder if there are alligators in it?" asked Betty, of one of the pickers. "Not around here," he answered. "You have to go into the bayous, or swamps, for them critters. Don't yo'all worry 'bout the 'gators." "We won't when we get in the Gem," said Betty. "I wonder when they will bring her up and launch her?" "Let's go to the depot and find out," suggested Amy.
"Don't try that on these 'gators; but I'll rig up a harpoon for you, and if you can hit one with that there won't be any trouble in getting him." "I don't want to kill the thing with a harpoon." "I'll fix that. I'll stop down the harpoon so you can't drive it more than an inch beyond the hide, and the 'gator will never know he's hurt. He'll think a fly lit on him."
When they saw that we were really beyond their reach, they vented their disappointment in fearful yells. "Shriek away, ye redskin savages," cried Tim; "your noise doesn't hurt us. If you don't look out for yourselves, you'll have some of the 'gators snapping off your legs presently."
"Now, it's my 'pinion," said Billy, "that if you'd come fishing instead o' shooting, and rigged up rods and lines and tried for these here things in these ponds, you'd have had some sport." "But what would you have baited with?" said Mark, laughing. "I d'know," said Billy Widgeon. "Yes, I do," he continued, "dog. They say as 'gators and crockydiles is rare and fond o' dog."
Grant sat in the bow of our boat to-night with a bull's-eye lantern in his cap. The fan of it over the silent, black water, the eyes of the 'gators blazing in the dark, these cool, bronze, turbaned devils with axes to sever the spinal cord and rifles to shatter the skull it's a wild and thrilling scene. I'm sorry Carl was not so well.
"All this happened long, long ago when the world was young, and ever since then 'Gators have lived only way down south, where it is very warm and where Mr. Sun will hatch their eggs for them. And today it is done just as I've told you, for I've seen with my own eyes Mrs. 'Gator build her nest, cover her eggs, and then lie around while Mr. Sun did the work for her. What do you think of that?"
"He's caught on to too much about us while he's been here, and he can tell those ginks a lot that we don't want 'em to know. So's long as we kin get out o' here alive, we'd better take him along." "He spoiled our plans to-night. He deserves to be knocked on the head an' thrown out to the 'gators!" "Spoilt our plans, you bet! But he'll get his, by-and-by. Come, take him and hustle away.
Birds we heard from time to time, and now and then the rustle of a squirrel as it leaped from bough to bough, but nothing else till there were, one after the other, four ominous splashings in the river, which gave me a very uncomfortable feeling with regard to crossing to the other side, and I looked at Pomp. "Dat 'gators," he said shortly. "No 'wim cross de ribber."
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