But as soon as they start to walk along the bottom, or swim in the water, taking away the bait with them, they tighten the string, which should be made fast to something, or, if you are using but one cord, held in the hand.
“And you want to pull up your strings carefully, when you do pull them,” Teddy advised his sister. “If you don’t, the crab will let go the bait and swim off and you haven’t got him.”
“I know,” she said. “I lost a dandy big one when I was crabbing on the dock last week.”
The Curlytops soon reached the edge of the long, shallow bay in which they were going to crab. It was a warm, pleasant day of sunshine, with scarcely a cloud in the sky.
“Where’s the boat?” asked Janet, looking about as she and her brother reached the place.
“I know how to find it—come on,” answered Ted.
He led the way along the shore of the bay, in and out along the windings and turns of a path which wandered amid the sedge grass that grew thick and tall along the shore.
“Jimmie hides his boat in the weeds so no one can find it,” explained Ted.
“Then how you going to find it?” Janet wanted to know.
“He told me how to look for it,” her brother explained. “You go along until you see three sticks sticking up—three sticks in a row.”