"Take us there," ordered the capitalist.
The boatman took to his oars with a will, but it was a long pull, almost an hour elapsing before he stopped, wiped his forehead on his arms, and said, as before:
"Lots o' sponges hyeh, boss."
At a nod from the prospective buyer, Colin took the water glass and watched the bottom carefully as the boatman rowed slowly over it. How the boy wished for the lenses in the glasses belonging to Mr. Collier which he had used in Bermuda! But still, though the afternoon was drawing on and the sun did not strike the water at the right angle, Colin could see that it was unusually fine sponge ground.
Young Sponge Attached to Cement Disk, Ready for Planting.
(Actual size.)
Courtesy of the U. S. Bureau of Fisheries.
