“Yes, please.”
Nic said that twice; and a little while after, as a recollection came suddenly back:
“I say, father, are there any crocodiles or dangerous things in these rivers?”
“If there were, do you think I should have sent you to bathe?” was the reply.
“Oh no, of course.”
“There are plenty, I believe, up north, where the rivers are always open right to the sea; but never here.”
“But fish, father?”
“Oh yes, there are fish, principally what they call here the black-fish. You’ll have to try for them by-and-by.”
“Very big?” asked Nic, who was thinking of his bath.
“Oh no; small fish, but delicious eating. Now then, any more?”