"He always carries one in his fishing bag," declared Bluff, not a little
alarmed himself over this new source of danger, so utterly foreign to
anything they had ever experienced before.

"There! He's done it! Hurrah!" shouted Will in relief.

"I bet he hated to let that thing go!" said Bluff, who knew the
determined nature of the fisherman full well.

"And he's lost his line, and the hook, too," commented Will.

"That's of little consequence, for there are plenty more where they came
from. I'm glad he was sensible enough not to carry the joke too far,"
observed Frank.

Jerry came paddling slowly back. Apparently he wanted to continue his
fishing, but his good sense told him the hour was really too late.

"Talk to me about your toboggan slides! What could compare with that
jolly old dash? Peary wasn't in it with me. I've heard of boats pulled
by dolphins, but give me a shark every time for a racer. I'm only sorry I
had to cut loose so soon," he said as he came aboard.

"I see you have one mullet left, Jerry. After supper we'll get out a
couple of lines, and fish from the motor-boat. Perhaps we can pick up
a channel bass or a weakfish, which I am told they call a sea trout down
here."

"A good idea, Frank. I'll just get the lines ready while you look after
supper. Glad to see Bluff managed to find his oysters. Perhaps we'll have