human
What makes it bang so, Mr. Bernard?
gpt
The air driven by a rush of the water, Maurice. There is a hole in the side of that rock, extending up to the surface, and the air rushes through, followed presently by a mass of water, and the escape of the air from its pursuer causes the loud report.
human
It is simply a big pop-gun, said Joe,
gpt
Oh, I see a rainbow,
human
Where, where?
gpt
Right there in the spray.
human
Oh, so there is! just as bright.
gpt
Isn’t that fine?
human
I’ll show you somethin’ else some time when it’s low tide.
gpt
Show it now.
human
Can’t; it only shows at low tide.
gpt
Oh, the other spouter!
human
No; somethin’ else.
gpt
What is it?--tell us.
human
Why, right down there, where you see that big rock with a sharp pick--see it? Well, right down behind there is a place where the tide leaves a big puddle when it goes out, and that puddle is full of live things.
gpt
What are they? asked Joe laughing;--
human
Oh, nothin’ like that. Flowery kind of things, awful pretty, that shut up if you look at ’em very hard, or leastways if you poke ’em ever so easy.
gpt
Those are sea-anemones,
human
Then there are crowds of little things with pricks all over their backs, and if you turn them over they stick out those splinters sideways, and make ’em long-like, and pull themselves right side up again,
gpt
There’s more than that there, too, piped Jerry.
human
There’s five-fingers, plenty of ’em--big ones, and baby-fellers, too, no bigger than your finger-nail; nor so big.
gpt
Sometimes fish get in there, too, said John.
human
I tell you it’s an awful pretty puddle.
gpt
I should think so, indeed, said Mr. Andrews.
human
It certainly is a ’puddle’ worth seeing.--When will the tide be low, Jonas?
gpt
About five o’clock, I reckon, though the fog has been too thick to tell whether there has been any tide or not, answered the cook, who had come with the others to see the
human
Very little doubt of that, I should judge from appearances,
gpt
I am too tired to come over again to-day, boys, said Mr. Bernard, turning to take little Max’s hand.
human
But you can come at low tide, if you like. I suppose John and his brother will be willing to meet you.
gpt
Oh, they are going to camp with us!--Aren’t you, John?
human
No; we want to see what becomes of the wreck--we don’t have one every day.
gpt
No, I hope not, said Joe.
human
Well, good-bye till to-night.
gpt
By the time we get over there, Mr. Andrews, the tide will be down. Are you ready?
human
Yes; we will come directly. You need not wait.
gpt
All right, sir.--Come on, boys. They’ll come after. Who wants to race?
human
I do, cried Walter Martin.
gpt
Race open for all! No handicapping either. One, two, three! Luck to the fellow that happens to start ahead!
human
Time! time! at the top of their voices, they both cried
gpt
Quits,