The others had been listening intently to these interesting remarks and Billy ventured a theory.
“Do you s’pose the kelp has anything to do with the big fish coming to our bay?”
“I’ve heard some of the natives wonder over the same thing. And the larger fish being in these waters might explain the disappearance of the lobsters as it is said that lobster-spawn floats in masses near the surface of the water at a certain period of its development that it may be benefited by the sun rays. Of course, the big fish eat millions of the eggs at one meal, thus eliminating just so many future lobsters,” explained Mr. Remington.
“It sure sounds reasonable, father,” added Fred.
“Still, that does not compensate us for the loss of our delicious broiled lobster,” argued Mrs. Remington.
“The sooner we fix up the traps, then, the sooner you can have a treat of lobster,” laughed her husband.
“Let’s begin right now and put them into working shape,” cried Billy.
“And I’ll act for Uncle Bill this time—I’ll offer a prize for the largest lobster caught this season,” announced his father.
“Oh good! there are just four traps and each one of us boys can bait and take charge of one,” decided Billy.
“And remember, boys, besides the prize, there is some form of Honour in Woodcraft for knowing fish,” reminded their mother.