“Where’s the whale?” he inquired.
“About three miles south, on the beach.”
“I’m going right down and see it. I must get the boys. This’ll be great news for them.”
Sam made the boat fast to the dock and hurried to the cottage where the chums had gone. They had just succeeded in telling Mrs. Hopkins all about their trip. She had been somewhat worried, but she felt that Jerry and his companions could take care of themselves. They had been away too many nights before, and had gone through too many adventures, for her to do much worrying, unless she had good cause.
“Good news, boys!” cried Sam, coming in unannounced.
“What is it?”
“We’ve got our whale! Come on!” He rapidly explained.
Mrs. Hopkins wanted them to at least stay for breakfast, but they would not hear of it.
“I’m going to lay claim to the creature,” the sailor exclaimed. “It has my harpoon in it. That proves property. Can’t lose any time.”