"Mr. Cap'n Littlefield, do swordfishes have real swords?" "You'd think so," he responded. "An' purt' average savage with 'em they be, too." "But swords are kept in scabbards. Mr. Price, Edna's father, has got one. He b'longs to the Knights of Pythias. And if the swordfish's sword is in a scabbard, how does he manage to draw it? Not with his _fin_?" "My cracky, what a young 'un!" chuckled Captain Littlefield. "No. 'Tain't rigged jest that way. Ye see, he has his sword on his nose." "Oh! Mis-ter--Cap'n--Littlefield!" gasped Carolyn May, shocked by this statement, for it seemed utterly impossible. "Sure thing," he said. "Why, that isn't so wonderful, is it? Look at an elephant's trunk. Ain't that spliced on to his nose? Wal, a swordfish's sword is spliced on same way. And it's some sword, too! I've seen 'em two-three feet long." "Dear me! Isn't that funny?" gasped Carolyn. "Fishes with swords! Do any of 'em have guns, I wonder?" "Wal, I ain't never seen 'em myself. But they do say that in Australia there's a fish that shoots drops of water like bullets and knocks down little birds an' insects along the banks of the streams. And of course," he added, ruminatively, "there's whales. They shoot a stream of spray right up through their blowholes. I've been near enough in a whaleboat more'n once to git showered by that--an' with blood, too, in a death waller." Carolyn May thought all this, of course, very wonderful; and in her estimation Captain Ozias Littlefield was a very entertaining man. So different from his cousin! She saw the cockatoo-looking old fellow down in the Old Harbour more than once. He usually carried a cane and a basket, and he always shook the former threateningly at Prince. "But don't you and your dog pay Oly a mite of attention," Captain Ozias advised. "His bark is a whole lot worse than his bite, in any case. And after all, I shouldn't wonder if he'd be glad to be friends with ye, only he's stuffy and won't play." For it did fret Carolyn that anybody should not like her--and Prince. She was happiest when she could temper all about her with her own sunniness. She felt that Mr. Oliver Littlefield, like his cousin, must be a very interesting man to be friends with--if only for the reason that he, too, had a wooden leg! The excitement of the coming of the pale lady and her family to the island, and she and the baby being settled on Friday at the Ball cottage on the West Side, was merely the forerunner of greater excitement for Carolyn May. She had not seen Papa Cameron for almost three weeks, and now he was expected to arrive on the Saturday boat that connected with the Long Island train at Sag Harbour. They walked over to the New Harbour landing, for the _Shinnecock_ was late, and Captain Littlefield, with Worry and Trouble, was detained at the other dock. The sparkling blue waters of the Great Salt Pond were dotted with the fishing boats and pleasure craft at their moorings.