“I’ll never go bathing again unless it’s in the tank,” said the widow. “I’ll always be thinking of sharks.”
“We haven’t begun to exhaust the possibilities of this place,” put in Jerry.
“Now do be careful, please,” begged Mrs. Hopkins, and the boys promised faithfully.
The boys remembered this promise about three days. In that time they turned down a request of Sam’s that they go off on another shark-hunting expedition, and also one to take a long cruise to the southern part of the coast after another whale, he said he had heard was sighted.
“We’d like to help you, Sam,” said Jerry. “But it’s too much risk.”
“Well I’ll bet you boys will take bigger ones when I’m not with you,” the sailor said. “Never mind, I’ve made more money this summer than I ever did in a season before, thanks to you. Any time you want Sam’s help, just come to him,” and he strolled off singing:
“I caught a shark, I caught a whale,
I caught a lobster by the tail.
I caught a skate, I caught its mate,
All hands on deck and don’t be late!”
“It’s about time we made a trip to the other lighthouse to see if we can spot Bill Berry,” remarked Ned one afternoon.
“Shall we ask Sam to go along?” came from Jerry.