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Updated: May 6, 2025
Two black dots on the surface of the water a hundred yards from the canoe moved slowly across its bow. Johnny stopped paddling and said: "There's a 'gator. D'ye want him?" "I don't see him." "See them two black knobs on the water? The little one's his nose 'nd the big one's his eye. He's turnin' 'round 'nd showin' both eyes, now. Shoot him in the eye if yer want t' kill him.
At that Peter's eyes threatened to pop right out of his head and every time he visited that little pond he pestered Mrs. Quack with questions about Old Ally the 'Gator and Mrs. 'Gator. It seemed as if he couldn't think of anything else. And when Mrs. Quack just happened to mention that little 'Gators are hatched from eggs just as her own children are, it was almost too much for Peter to believe.
Morgan darted out a hand to catch Pomp's arm, but the boy was too quick, and dodged behind me. "Let him be," I said; "he doesn't know any better." "But I want to teach him better," grumbled Morgan. "Hist! Mass' George. I find great 'gator." "Where?" I asked, eagerly, for I had long had an idea that I should like to see another of the monsters. "Down by de ribber.
Val dumped the chest into the bow with little ceremony and climbed in after it, his wet trousers clinging damply to his legs. Something plate-armored and possessing wicked yellow eyes swam effortlessly through the light beam a 'gator bound for the Gulf, whether he would or no. The return as far as the bayou was easy enough, for again the boat was borne on the current.
"Some folks call him Alligator and some just 'Gator, but we call him Old Ally. He's a very interesting old fellow. Some time perhaps I'll tell you more about him. Mr. Quack and I kept out of his reach, you may be sure. We lived quietly and tried to get in as good condition as possible for the long journey back to our home in the North.
It didn't take her long to find out that nothing was quite so fine as a sun-bath, as she lay stretched out on the bank, so she and Mr. 'Gator spent most of their time on sunny days taking sun-baths. "One day Old Mother Nature came along and whispered a wonderful secret to Mrs. 'Gator.
"Now, look here, Mass' George," he cried, excitedly; "you'n me got to kill dat 'gator." "Yes," I said, "I must lie in wait and shoot him." "I tink so. What did he come in young mass' bath for? I go fetch um gun now." "No, no," I said. "It would be no use." "No," said Pomp, thoughtfully, and then showing his teeth; "too busy fryin' um dinner. Oh, Mass' George, what a bit ob fun!"
"Don't make a row, and come and look here, Mr Mark, sir. Here's such a whacking great effet, same as used to be in our pond at home." Mark hurried to his side, followed by Small. "Why, it's a 'gator," the latter said as he reached the spot where there was an extensive pool, quite undisturbed, for the screen of bushes had hidden it from the passers-by.
"Come along," I said, half surlily, half amused at the easy-going, light-hearted way in which the boy could forget the horrible peril in which he had placed himself. "You berry sorry too, Mass' George. I know." "Know what?" "How catch um 'gator?" "How?" "Pompey know. Show um a morrow. Good-bye, sah. Bring you 'noder dinner morrow morning."
"It would only break if it had, with such a big fish," said Lynton, as he kept on hauling and letting the heavily-strained line fall between his legs. "Do you see him now?" "Yes, quite plainly." "'Gator, isn't it?" "No: a long, thin fish." "Not a snake?" "No, no: a fish. It looks five feet long at the least." "Must be ten," panted Lynton, with a groan, as he continued hauling on the line.
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