anything of the kind; I should wear no furbelows, be no more likely to
an attack of sea-sickness than yourself, and could get out of the way of
a shark quite as nimbly as any one else."

"Well, go and ask uncle," he laughed.

Betty made no move to go; she knew as well as he how Mr. Dinsmore would
treat such a request.

The weather the next morning was all that could be desired for sharking,
and the gentlemen set off in due time, all in fine spirits.

They were absent all day, returning early in the evening quite elated
with their success.

Max had a wonderful tale to tell Lulu and Grace of "papa's" skill, the
number of sand-sharks and the tremendous "blue dog" or man-eater he had
taken. The captain was not half so proud of his success as was his
admiring son.

"I thought all the sharks were man-eaters," said Lulu.

"No, the sand-sharks are not."

"Did everybody catch a man-eater?"

"No; nobody but papa took a full-grown one. Grandpa Dinsmore and Uncle
Edward each caught a baby one, and all of them took big fellows of the
other kind. I suppose they are the most common, and it's a good thing,
because of course they are not nearly so dangerous."