"They don't look very bad," he said; "but I don't think I'd like to chance it."
"You're right, sir; I wouldn't go in, not for a thousand pound. Well, this officer—'e was a captain, I think—made some remark about it all bein' nonsense, and said that even 'is dog would scare the fish so that they wouldn't as much as come up from the bottom."
"That sounds reasonable enough," said Colin; "a fish wouldn't try to attack a dog."
"That's what 'e said," the keeper continued; "and 'e bet me a 'arf sovereign on it. I didn't want to see the dog 'urt, but a bet's a bet, and there weren't no ladies present, so I took 'im up."
"Well?" queried Colin, as the keeper stopped.
"'E threw the dog in," the keeper answered; "it was a spaniel and quite at 'ome in the water."
"What happened?"
"In about ten seconds the water was just alive with fish, swimmin' round and round, comin' up by the 'undred from the deep water. Then they all turned black, like they do always before they're goin' to feed. Remember, I showed you that."
"Yes, I know; but go on."