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From what do they flee thus perpetually? Is it from the giant sawfish or the ravening shark? from the herds of the porpoises, or from the grande-ecaille, that splendid monster whom no net may hold, all helmed and armored in argent plate-mail? or from the hideous devilfish of the Gulf, gigantic, flat-bodied, black, with immense side-fins ever outspread like the pinions of a bat, the terror of luggermen, the uprooter of anchors?
"Vy didn't you tole me dot pefore, hey? I guess I don't schwim no more." And he started to climb up a rope ladder leading to the deck of the houseboat. "Don't go, Hans!" sang out Songbird. "They are fooling you." "Dere ton't been no sharks in der river?" "No, nothing but sawfish and whales." "A vale! Dot's chust so bad like a shark." "No, not at all. A shark bites.
In the "front library," where Laura entered first, were steel engravings of the style of the seventies, "whatnots" crowded with shells, Chinese coins, lacquer boxes, and the inevitable sawfish bill. The mantel was mottled white marble, and its shelf bore the usual bronze and gilt clock, decorated by a female figure in classic draperies, reclining against a globe.
He swept off in a short circle, came back with a lightning rush, and drove his sword full length into the stealthy enemy's shoulder just behind the gills. The great sawfish, heavy muscled and slow of movement, made no attempt to defend himself, but plunged suddenly downward into the gloomy depths where he loved to lie in wait. After relieving his indignation by a couple more vicious thrusts.
When we dragged the monster ashore, with its elongated snout still embedded in the little canoe, I saw at a glance that the long-dreaded evil spirit of the lagoon was a huge sawfish, fully fourteen feet long, its formidable saw alone measuring nearly five feet.
Sharks and sawfish, men! are you going to let her broach? Now then! All together, a-n-d over she good heavens!" A barrel or two of brine hurled over the starboard quarter choked off the mate's adjurations. But it was the last of the angry combers and the next minute the three were wiping the salt water from their faces while the yawl was riding easily on the glassy swell just beyond the bar.
And one day, as he was sleeping, or basking, some ten feet below the surface, the broad, dark form of a sawfish arose beneath him and thrust at him with his dreadful saw. The pleasant idea of the sawfish was to rip up the sleeper's silver belly. But Little Sword awoke in time to just escape the horrid attack.
Before they had passed out of sight of the girl, the sawfish turned around and for the first time headed for the skiff. "Down, quick!" yelled the captain and both Dick and he crouched low in the skiff as a great broad sword, swung with all the power of the tremendous fish, swept over their heads.
"There'll be some, of course. If he turns round and comes back at us in this narrow creek the only safe place will be in the bottom of the boat." "Dick Williams, don't you stop for me. I'm not a bit afraid. If you don't harpoon that sawfish and give me his saw, I won't speak to you for a week," said the excited girl. "No use, Molly, I wouldn't do it if it meant that you'd never speak to me."
As the sawfish is a species of shark, Dick had no hesitancy about killing it, but wanted Molly to first see his captive and have a look at her saw, before it left the place where it grew. The captain brought the girl, and then a rope was made fast to the saw of the fish and tied to a tree, after which the brute's brain was explored with an axe and the saw cut off as a trophy.
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