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"It is a cat," murmured Frane. "I can see his whiskers moving. Yep, a big fellow! Want to see?" and he took his eye away from the bark cylinder.
"Can you see his teeth and his claws and his fur and his tail?" demanded Russ scornfully, and without offering to take the cylinder. He did not intend to be fooled so easily.
"What are you talking about?" hissed Frane. "And speak quietly. You'll drive him away."
"Cats aren't so easily scared," said Russ. "You have to peg stones at 'em to drive 'em away."
"Huh!" sniffed Frane. "Funny cats up North. I don't believe you have any up there."
"You're right we don't," agreed Russ, and now he laughed again. "Not any cats that swim. Cats hate the water----"
"Aw, shucks! I'm not talking about cats!" exclaimed Frane. "I'm talking about catfish."
"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Northern boy.
"You know a catfish, don't you? It has feelers that we call whiskers.
Awful nice eating, for they only have a backbone."
"Oh!" murmured Russ again. "I guess I didn't understand. Let me see the fish, will you, please?"
"You can look," said Frane pa.s.sing him the cylinder of bark. "But maybe we have scared him off, talking so much."
The big catfish, however, had not been scared away. After a few moments, and with Frane's aid, Russ Bunker got the wooden spygla.s.s focused on the proper point. He saw the imbedded rock Frane had spoken of. Then he saw the fish basking in the water below the rock's edge.
It was almost two feet long, with a big head and goggle eyes, and the "whiskers" Frane had spoken of wriggled back and forth in the slow current. Russ grew excited.
"Why!" he whispered to Frane, "I could grab it, if I tried. It is just like what we call bullheads up in Pineville. I've caught 'em in our pond. You can hardly get 'em off the hook without getting stung by 'em."
"Catfish don't sting you. But you have to knock 'em in the head when you land them, so as to make 'em behave. I've seen the boys do it."
"I'm going to make a grab for that fellow," declared Russ.
"I reckon you'd miss him. You couldn't hold him, anyway," said Frane doubtfully.
"I could so."
"No, you couldn't. He's too big. They never catch catfish that way."
"I know I never caught a bullhead that way," admitted Russ. "But one never lay so still for me. And right under this log! Here! You take the spygla.s.s."
"You'd better take care," advised the Southern boy.
But Russ felt very daring. It seemed that the fish lay only a few inches under the surface of the brown water. If he could grasp the fish and throw it ash.o.r.e, how the other children would all shout! Perhaps Russ Bunker wanted to "show off" a little. Anyway, he determined to make the attempt to land the big catfish with his hands.
"You can't do it," warned Frane, Junior, creeping back a way so as to give Russ more room.
"Don't say that till you see," returned the boy from the North. "Now, look! I know just where he lies. Look!"
Russ had rolled his s.h.i.+rtsleeve up to his shoulder. He balanced himself on the log, his head and shoulders overhanging the brown water. Suddenly he made a dive with his right hand. Even his head touched the water, he dipped so deep, and his cap went floating away.
And, wonderful to relate, his hand did seize upon the catfish. Perhaps the fish had been asleep down there by the edge of the imbedded stone.
At any rate it was not quick enough to escape Russ Bunker's darting hand.
"I got it!" yelled Russ, in delight.
He tried to seize fast hold upon the body of the catfish, but the fish shot forward with a wriggle that slapped its tail against Russ's hand.
Russ plunged forward, trying to hold it.
"I--guess--he's--a--b.u.t.ter--fis.h.!.+" he gasped. "He's so slippery----"
And then, losing his balance on the log, Russ Bunker fell right into the deep pool with splash enough to frighten all the fishes for yards around!
CHAPTER XIV
MAMMY JUNE HELPS
Of course, Russ Bunker should not have done it. He was always ready to try new things and wasn't much afraid of anything that turned up. But trying to catch a big catfish with his hands was ridiculous.
Perhaps he realized this when he fell off the log into the stream; but it was too late then to know how foolish it was.
The chorus of screams from the children on the bank was the first announcement that Mammy June had of the mischief that was afoot. The colored children shouted and Frane, Junior, ran right off the log and came screaming to the cabin:
"He's gone down! He's gone down!"
"What is the matter with you, Frane?" demanded the old woman, coming heavily down off the porch. "Who's gone down? Wha's he gone down to?"
"Russ has gone down," announced Frane. "He's gone down after the catfish."
"Lawsy me!" exclaimed Mammy June. "Is that li'le boy got into the branch?"
Rose and Vi and Laddie and Margy and Mun Bun, as well as the two Armatage girls, all came running, too. For the first minute none of them understood what had happened to Russ.
But when they reached the bank of the stream they saw something splas.h.i.+ng in the middle of the pool under the bridge. They couldn't see Russ, but they knew that something was struggling there.
"Is that a fish?" demanded Laddie. "It must be a whale."
"Oh!" shrieked Rose. "It's Russ! He'll be drowned!"
"Don't let him get wet, Rose," cried Margy. "Mother won't want him to get his clothes wet."
But if there was any part of Russ Bunker that was not wet when he managed to get on his feet and his head and shoulders appeared above the water, Rose couldn't imagine what part it could be. He was just the wettest boy she had ever seen.
Russ had got a footing finally upon the stone beside which the big catfish had lain. The water was too deep all around him for him to wade out. The bottom of the pool was so deep that it was over the boy's head.
He had to stand on the rock and gasp for breath for he had swallowed a good deal of water, having gone down with his mouth open.