“What are you looking at, kid?” The tall man’s harsh voice jerked Eddie out of his thoughts.
“N-nothin’,” Eddie said.
“Then stay away from the boat.”
“Take it easy, Simms,” the short man said. “These kids don’t mean any harm. They—they’re not trying to steal our fishing secrets. Now, are you?” He smiled at Teena, displaying a mouthful of yellowish uneven teeth.
Looking at those teeth made Eddie mighty glad his teeth would never look like that. What little bother his braces and the cleaning were would sure be worth it in the long run. He never wanted yellow, uneven teeth like that man had.
“I should say we wouldn’t try to steal any fishing secrets,” Teena answered the fat man’s question. “You’re welcome to all the fish you can catch.”
“We don’t care how you catch them, or what with,” Eddie added, “long as it’s legal.”
“Anyway, we’re on our way to visit Captain Daniels at the lighthouse,” Teena said. “Come on, Eddie.”
“Don’t go away mad,” the heavy-set man said. “We didn’t mean any harm.”
“Let ’em go, Roy,” Simms said. “We’ve got work to do.”