Then the tender was unlashed from the cabin roof and lifted over the side, Dan piled in and took the oars, and the others followed. Near at hand a rambling white building stood behind the protecting branches of two giant elms.
“That’s where we’ll have dinner,” said Nelson. “It’s a jolly old place.”
“Dinner!” cried Tom. “Me for dinner! Give way, Dan!”
“They don’t serve it in the middle of the afternoon, though,” said Nelson.
“Maybe Tommy could get something at the kitchen if he went around there,” Bob suggested. “I don’t believe he’s a real cook, after all; real cooks are never hungry.”
“Huh!” answered Tom. “I’m no cook, I’m a chef; that’s different. Chefs are always hungry.”
“Easy, Dan,” cautioned Bob. “Look where you’re going if you don’t want to run the landing down. Here we are, Barry; out you go!”
And Barry went out and was halfway up the pier before anyone else had set foot on the landing.
CHAPTER IV – IS LARGELY CONCERNED WITH SALT WATER AND SALT FISH
“Let’s do the town,” suggested Dan.
Inquiry elicited the information that the town proper was a good two miles by road, although it was in plain sight across the harbor. By walking a block they could take a car – if the cars happened to be running that day; it seemed that in Gloucester one could never tell about the street cars.
“Blow the cars!” said Dan. “Let’s walk.”
So they started out, found the car tracks, and proceeded to follow them along the side of the harbor, past queer little white cottages set in diminutive gardens or nestled in tiny groves of apple trees. To their right a high granite cliff shot up against the blue sky, and was crowned with a few houses which looked as though they might blow off at the first hard wind. After three hours on the boat it felt mighty good to be able to stretch their legs again, and they made fast time. Presently they came to what at first glance seemed to be an acre or so of low white canvas tents, and Tom and Dan, walking ahead, stopped in surprise. Then —
“Blamed if they aren’t fish!” exclaimed Tom. “With little awnings over them to keep them from getting freckled!”
“What are they doing?” asked Bob.
“They dry them like this,” answered Nelson. “They’ve been cleaned and salted, you see, and when they’re dried they are packed in boxes and tubs and casks.” Bob whistled expressively.
“I never knew there were so many fish in the world!” he exclaimed. Nelson laughed.
“This is only one,” he said. “There are lots more fish yards just like it here.”
“What are they?” asked Dan. “Codfish?”
“Oh, all sorts: cod, hake, pollack – everything.”
There was row after row of benches covered with wooden slats on which the fish, still damp with the brine, were spread flat. Above the flakes, as the benches are called, strips of white cotton cloth were stretched, to moderate the heat of the sunlight. There was a strong odor of fish, and a stronger and less pleasant odor from the harbor bottom left exposed by the ebbing tide. Tom sniffed disgustedly.
“I never liked fish cakes, anyhow,” he muttered.
Beyond the flakes were the wharves and sheds, the masts of several schooners showing above the roofs. As they came to one of the open doors they stopped and looked in. Dried fish were piled here and there on the salt-encrusted floor, and men were hard at work packing them into casks.
“Will they let you go through the place?” asked Dan.
“Yes,” Nelson answered.
“Let’s go, then. I’d like to see how they do it.”
“All right,” said Nelson, “but I’ve seen it once, and I’d rather go to town. You fellows go, if you want to.”
Finally Dan and Tom decided to go through the fish house and Bob and Nelson to continue on to town.
“You’ll have to shed your clothes and take a bath when you come out,” Nelson warned them.
There wasn’t much to see in the town, and after making a few small purchases – that of a new potato knife being one of them – they boarded a car and, after the trials and tribulations usually falling to the lot of the person so rash as to patronize the Gloucester street railway, returned to the hotel and found Dan and Tom awaiting them on the porch.
Nelson and Bob halted at a respectful distance.
“Have you had your baths yet?” they asked.
“Not yet, but soon,” answered Tom.
“Then we’ll stay here, if you don’t mind,” said Bob.
“Oh, get out! It wasn’t very smelly,” declared Dan.
“But you are, I’ll bet!” Nelson took a few cautious steps toward them, and then turned as though in panic and raced for the landing. Bob followed, and after him came Tom and Dan and Barry. Despite the frantic efforts of the first two to cast off the tender before the others arrived, they were unsuccessful, and Dan, Tom, and the dog piled into the boat. Bob rowed with an expression of deep disgust, and Nelson ostentatiously kept his nose into the wind all the way to the launch.
“I was thinking of taking a dip myself,” he said as he climbed out and took the painter, “but I don’t know about going into the same ocean as you chaps.”
But a few minutes later they were standing, all four of them, on the after deck of the Vagabond, clad in their bathing suits.
“I’ll bet it’ll be as cold as thunder!” said Dan with a shudder.
“Bound to,” agreed Bob. “All in when I say three.” The rest assented.
“One!” counted Bob.
“Go slow, please!” Nelson begged.
“Two!” They all threw their hands over their heads and poised for the dive.
“Four!”
Three bodies splashed simultaneously into the water. Bob, grinning like the Cheshire cat, seated himself on the bench in the cockpit and awaited their reappearance. Dan’s head came up first, and he shook his fist.
“You just wait till I get you in the water!” he threatened.
“He ch-ch-ch-cheated!” sputtered Tom. Tom could talk as straight as anyone until he became excited; then, to quote Dan, “it was all off.” At this moment Tom was excited and indignant.
“That was one on us,” called Nelson as his head came up. “To think of getting fooled by such an old trick as that! Come out of that boat, now, or we’ll throw you out!”
“Try it!” taunted Bob. There was a concerted rush, but it was no easy matter to climb over the side; and, as Bob’s first act was to haul the steps in, that was what they had to do. Dan
