“Right, Master Nic, I won’t, for horrid they be; and I don’t mind telling you that when I zwimmed across to get this boat I was in such a fright all the time that I felt all of a zweat. I don’t know whether I was, for it don’t zeem nat’ral-like for a man to come all over wet when he’s all wet already; but that’s how I felt. There we are, then. I’m ready, Master Nic, if you’ll go on steady, on’y taking a dip now and then to keep her head straight.”

He held up the iron hook, which began to spin round, and he chuckled aloud.

“I wouldn’t be zuch a vool as to throw a thing like that into the water at home, Master Nic,” he said, “for no vish would be zuch a vool as to run at it; but out here the vish are only zavages, and don’t know any better. That’s what I hopes.”

Nic began to dip an oar now and then, so as to avoid the rotten stumps, snags, and half-fallen trees, as the stream carried them on, so that he had little opportunity for noting the occupants of this dismal swamp; but Pete’s eyes were sharp, and he saw a good deal of the hideous, great lizard-like creatures lying about on the mud or upon rotten trunks, with their horny sides glistening in the pencils of light which pierced the foliage overhead, or made sunny patches where, for the most part, all was a dim twilight, terribly suggestive of what a man’s fate might be if he overbalanced himself and fell out of the boat.

“I believe them great ’gators are zo hungry,” said Pete to himself, “that they’d rush at one altogether and finish a fellow, bones and all.”

At last: “Looks a reg’lar vishy place, Master Nic; zo here goes.”

Pete gave the bright hook a swing and cast it half-a-dozen yards from the boat to where it fell with a splash, which was followed by a curious movement of the amber-hued water; and then he began to snatch with the line, so as to make the bright iron play about.

Then there was a sudden check.

“Back water, Master Nic,” cried Pete. “I’m fast in zomething.”

“Yes,” said Nic, obeying his order; “you’re caught in a sunken tree. Mind, or you’ll break your line.”