"LAND HO!"
Mrs. Bobbsey at first did not know whether Freddie was playing some of
his make-believe games, or whether he really had caught a fish.
Certainly something seemed to be pulling on the line he held out of the
porthole, but then, his mother thought, it might have caught on
something, as fishlines often do get caught.
"I've caught a fish! I've caught a fish!" Freddie cried again. "Oh,
please somebody come and help me pull it in!"
Flossie was so excited--almost as much as was her brother--that she
forgot all about her lost doll.
"Have you really caught a fish?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"I really have! I guess maybe it's a shark or a whale, it's so big, and
it pulls so hard!" cried Freddie.
And, really, the line that was wound around his hand was pulled so
tight, and stretched so hard, where it went out of the hole and down
into the ocean, that Freddie could not lower his fist.
"Oh, Freddie!" cried his mother. "If you have caught a fish it may cut
your fingers by jerking on that line."
"Well, I--I caught something!" Freddie said. "Please somebody get it off
my line. And hurry, please!"
By this time Nan and Bert had run down into the storeroom. They saw what
was going on.
"Are you sure you haven't caught another hat?" asked Bert, as he
remembered what had once happened to his little brother.
"It doesn't pull like a hat," Freddie answered. "It's a real fish."
"I believe he has caught something," said Mr. Chase, the engineer, as he
ran in from the motor room. "Yes, it's either a fish or a turtle," he
added as he caught hold of the line and took some of the pull off
Freddie's hand. "Unwind that cord from your fingers," he told the little
boy. "I'll take care of your fish--if you really have one."
"Could it be a turtle?" asked Nan.
"Yes, there are lots of 'em in these waters," the engineer said. "But I
never knew one of 'em to bite on just a piece of string before, without
even a hook or a bit of bait on it."
"Oh, I got something on my line for bait," Freddie answered.
But no one paid any attention to him just then, for the engineer, gently
thrusting the little boy aside, looked from the porthole himself, and
what he saw made him cry:
"The little lad has caught something all right. Would you mind running
up on deck and telling Captain Crane your brother has caught something,"
said Mr. Chase to Bert. "And tell him, if he wants to get it aboard he'd
better tell one of the men to stand by with a long-handled net. I think
it's a turtle or a big fish, and it'll be good to eat whatever it
is--unless it's a shark, and some folks eat them nowadays."
"Oh, I don't want to catch a shark!" exclaimed Freddie.
"It's already caught, whatever it is," said Mr. Chase, "It seems to be
well hooked, too, whatever you used on the end of your line."
"I tied on a----" began Freddie, but, once again, no one paid attention
to what he said, for the fish, or whatever it was on the end of the
line, began to squirm in the water, "squiggle" Freddie called it
afterward--and the engineer had to hold tightly to the line.
"Please hurry and tell the captain to reach the net overboard and pull
this fish in," begged Mr. Chase of Bert. "I'd pull it in through the
porthole, but I'm afraid it will get off if I try."
All this while the _Swallow_ was moving slowly along through the blue
waters of the deep sea, for when the engineer had run in to see what
Freddie had caught he had shut down the motor so that it moved at a
quarter speed.
Up on deck ran Bert, to find his father and Captain Crane there talking
with Cousin Jasper.
"What is it, Bert?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"Oh, will you please get out a net, Captain!" cried Nan's brother.
"Freddie has caught a big fish through the porthole and the
engineer--Mr. Chase--is holding it now, and he can't pull it in, and
will you do it with a net?"
"My! that's a funny thing to have happen!" said Mr. Bobbsey.
"I'll get the net!" cried Captain Crane. "If your brother has really
caught a fish or a turtle we can have it for dinner. I wouldn't be
surprised if it was a turtle," said the captain to Bert's father. "There
are plenty around where we are sailing now, and they'll sometimes bite
on a bare hook, though they like something to eat better. What bait did
Freddie use?" he asked.
"I don't know," Bert answered.
By this time Captain Crane had found a large net, which had a long
handle fast to it, and also a rope, so that if the fish were so large
that the handle should break in lifting it from the water, the rope
would hold.
With the net ready to dip down into the water, Captain Crane ran along
the deck until he stood above the porthole, out of which ran the line.
The fish, or whatever it was, was still fast to the other end of the
strong cord.
"Haul it up as close as you can to the side of the boat!" called the
captain to the engineer, who thrust his head partly out of the round
hole. "Then I'll scoop it up in the net. Watch out he doesn't get off
the hook."
"That's the trouble," said the engineer. "I don't believe Freddie used a
hook. But we'll soon see."
Up on the deck of the _Swallow_, as well as down in the storeroom, where
Freddie, his mother and the others were watching, there was an anxious
moment. They all wanted to see what it was the little boy had caught.
"Here we go, now!" cried Captain Crane, as he lowered the long-handled
net into the water near the cord. The captain held to the wooden handle,
and Mr. Bobbsey had hold of the rope.
Through the porthole Mr. Chase pulled on the cord until he had brought
the flapping, struggling captive close to the side of the motor boat.
Then, with a sudden scoop, Captain Crane slipped the net under it.
"Now pull!" he cried, and both he and Mr. Bobbsey did this.
Up out of the blue sea rose something in the net. And as the sun shone
on the glistening sides Freddie, peering from the porthole beside the
engineer, cried:
"Oh, it's a fish! It's a big fish!"
And indeed it was, a flapping fish, of large size, the silver scales of
which shone brightly in the sun.
"Pull!" cried the captain to Mr. Bobbsey, and a few seconds later the
fish lay flapping on deck.
Up from below came Freddie, greatly excited, followed by his mother,
Nan, Flossie and Mr. Chase, Flossie chanting loudly: "Freddie caught a
fish! Freddie caught a fish!"
"Didn't I tell you I caught a fish?" cried the little boy, his blue eyes
shining with excitement.
"You certainly did," his father answered. "But how did you do it, little
fat fireman?"
"Well, Captain Crane gave me the fishline," Freddie answered.
"Yes, I did," the captain said. "He begged me for one and I let him take
it. I didn't think he could do any harm, as I didn't let him take any
sharp hooks--or any hooks, in fact."
"If he didn't have his line baited, or a hook on it, I don't see how he
caught anything," said the engineer.
"I did have something on my line," Freddie exclaimed. "I had--I had----"
But just then Flossie, who had been forgotten in the excitement, burst
out with:
"Where's my doll, Freddie Bobbsey? Where's my nice rubber doll that you
took? I want her! Where is she?"
"I--I guess the fish swallowed her," Freddie answered.
"The fish!" cried all the others.
"Yes. You see I tied the rubber doll on the end of the line 'stid of a
hook," the little boy added. "I knew I had to have something for to bait
the fish, so they'd bite, so I tied Flossie's doll on. The fish couldn't
hurt it much," he went on. "'Cause once Snap had your rubber doll in his
mouth, Flossie, and she wasn't hurt a bit."
"And is my doll in the fish now?" the little girl demanded, not quite
sure whether or not she ought to cry.
"I guess it swallowed the doll," returned Freddie. "Anyhow the doll was
on the end of the string, and now the string is in the fish's mouth. But
maybe you can get your doll back, Flossie, when the fish is cooked."
Captain Crane bent over the fish, which was flopping about on deck.
"It has swallowed the end of the line, and, I suppose, whatever was fast
on the cord," he said. "If it was Flossie's doll, that is now inside the
fish."
"And can you get it out?" asked Bert.
"Oh, yes, when we cut the fish open to clean it ready to cook, we can
get the doll."
"Is that fish good to eat?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Very good indeed. It's one of our best kind," the captain said.
"Freddie is a better fisherman than he knew."
And the little Bobbsey twin had really caught a fish. Just why it was
the fish had bit on the line baited with Flossie's rubber doll, no one
knew. But Captain Crane said that sometimes the fish get so hungry they
will almost bite on a bare hook, and are caught that way.
This fish of Freddie's was so large that it had swallowed the doll,
which was tied fast on the end of the line, and once the doll was in its
stomach the fish could not get loose from the heavy cord.
"But you mustn't take Flossie's doll for fish-bait again," said Mrs.
Bobbsey.
"No'm, I won't!" Freddie promised. "But now maybe I can have a real hook
and bait."
"Well, we'll see about that," said Mr. Bobbsey with a smile.
The line was cut, close to the mouth of the big fish, which weighed
about fifteen pounds, and then Freddie's prize was taken by the cook
down to the galley, or kitchen. A little later the cook brought back
Flossie's rubber doll, cleanly washed, and with the piece of string
still tied around its waist.
"Is she hurt?" asked Flossie, for her doll was very real to the little
girl, since she often pretended she was alive.
"No, she's all right--not even a pinhole in her," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"There are a few marks of the teeth of the fish, where it grabbed your
rubber doll, but she was swallowed whole, like Jonah and the whale, so
no harm was done."
"I'm glad," said the little girl, as she cuddled her plaything, so
strangely given back to her. "And don't you dare take her for fish-bait
again, Freddie Bobbsey."
"No, Flossie, I won't," he said. "I'll use real bait after this."
"But you mustn't do any more fishing without telling me or your mother,"
cautioned Mr. Bobbsey. "You might have been pulled overboard by this
one."
"Oh, no, I couldn't," Freddie declared. "Only my head could go through
the porthole."
"Well, don't do it again," his father warned him, and the little boy
promised that he would not.
The fish was cooked for supper, and very good it was, too. Flossie and
Freddie ate some and Flossie pretended to feed her doll a little, though
of course the doll didn't really chew.
"The fish tried to eat you, and now you can eat some of the fish,"
Flossie said, with a laugh.
The Bobbsey twins wanted to stay up late that night, and watch the
moonlight on the water, but their mother, after letting them sit on deck
a little while, said it would be best for them to "turn in," as the
sailors call going to bed. They had been up early, and the first day of
their new voyage at sea had been a long one.
So down to their berths they went and were soon ready for bed.
"My, we had a lot of things happen to-day!" remarked Flossie.
"Well, I'm sorry I took the doll, but I'm awful glad I caught that great
big fish," answered Freddy.
"But you're never going to take her for fish bait again, Freddie
Bobbsey!" repeated his twin.
"I didn't say I was. I guess the next time I want to go fishing I'll get
a regular piece of meat from the cook."
"Children, children! It's time to go to sleep now," broke in their
mother. "Remember, you'll want to be up bright and early to-morrow."
"If I don't wake up, you call me, please," cried Freddie; and then he
turned over and in a few minutes was sound asleep, and soon the others
followed.
The next day passed. The children had fun on board the motor boat, and
the older folks read and talked, among other things, of how glad they
would be to rescue Jack from the lonely island. The following day it
rained hard, and the four twins had to stay in the cabin most of the
time. But they found plenty to amuse them.
The third morning, as they came up on deck, the sun was shining, and one
of the men was looking at something through a telescope.
"Does he see another fish, or maybe a whale or a shark?" asked Freddie.
The sailor answered for himself, though he was really speaking to
Captain Crane, who was at the steering wheel.
"Land ho!" cried the sailor.
"Where away?" asked the captain.
"Dead ahead!" went on the sailor.
That is the way they talk on board a ship and it means:
"I see some land."
"Where is it?"
"Straight ahead."
The Bobbsey twins looked, but all they could see was a faint speck, far
out in the deep, blue sea.
"Is that land?" asked Nan.
"Yes, it's an island," answered Captain Crane.
"Oh, maybe it's the island where Jack is!" Bert cried.
"Perhaps," said Captain Crane. "We'll soon know, for it is not many
miles away, though it looks far off on account of the fog and mist.
We'll soon be there."
He was just going to ring the bell, giving a signal to the engineer to
make the boat go faster when, all at once, Mr. Chase, who had helped
Freddie catch the fish, came hurrying up out of the motor room.
"Captain!" he cried. "We'll have to slow down! One of the motors is
broken! We'll have to stop!"
This was bad news to the Bobbsey twins.