As he went he muttered to himself—
"I felt like a miserable swab!" he muttered; "a d—d, deceitful son of a sea-cook—that's what you are, Joe Basalt, I wish I'd never had nothing to do with that precious stowaway."
CHAPTER XLII.
SHARK-FISHING—BILLY LONGBOW'S YARNS—TELL THAT TO THE MARINES—A
NOVEL BAIT—HOW MR. MOLE HAD THE LAUGH HIS OWN WAY.
The fishing expedition consisted of two boat-loads.
To wit, the pinnace and the cutter.
In the former were Jefferson, Dick Harvey and four sailors.
In the cutter were young Jack, Harry Girdwood, Mr. Mole, Joe Basalt, Sam Mason, and Jack Tiller.
"Now Jack," said Mr. Mole, settling himself comfortably at the rudder lines; "and you too, my dear Harry, you know, of course, we are going shark-fishing. You understand what that is?"