He pointed ahead to where a flurry in the water indicated the presence of the creature. “Well, I hope he likes his canned beef with hook dressing. At any rate we’re well rid of him, though I would liked to have had him for a specimen.”
“That was quite a trick,” observed Jerry, as he took charge of the steering wheel.
[CHAPTER VI]
BOB GETS A SCARE
Professor Snodgrass wound back on the reel what remained of the line. Then he unjointed the pole.
“Yes,” he remarked. “I thought that was about the only way we could make the turtle let go of the rope. I enticed him around to one side, and that, naturally, made the rope drop from under his flipper. We’ll have to be more careful after this.”
Speeding the motor up, Jerry soon had the boat near shore, and he directed the course along the coast in comparatively quiet water.
They came into a small sheltered bay and, in a little cove where palm trees came down almost to the water’s edge, forming an ideal spot to rest, they went ashore.