The professor was hoisted up on deck, and when they had all changed their clothes, and the great shark-killer had shipped two new wooden pins, he grew quite as bounceable as ever.
Especially as the death of the last shark was still jocularly attributed to him.
CHAPTER XLVIII
OLD JOE PLOTS WITH HUNSTON—WHAT CAME OF THE PLOT.
The Harkaway family and their guests were all assembled at dinner, after the shark-fishing, when the conversation turned upon their old enemy.
"I wish we were fairly rid of him," said Mrs. Harkaway, "for all the while he is on board, I feel as if some misfortune were hanging over us."
Jack smiled.
"Have you had any dreams, Emily?" he asked, slily,
"Don't learn to mock, sir," retorted the lady, with mock asperity, "You have been influenced by dreams yourself before now."