“He doesn’t wait to be asked,” commented Jerry with a laugh.
“Oh, let him come along,” put in Ned. “He’s good fun, and he helped us a lot. Besides, he may know the lighthouse keeper.”
“And it will be sport to fish for sharks,” added Bob.
“Oh I’m willing,” came from Jerry.
Sam soon returned from the shack where he lived with two good sized hooks, some short lengths of chain, and a coil of thin rope. He also carried some salt pork in a paper.
“If we land a couple of big ones we can take in almost as much as we did on the whale,” he added. “Course the sharks around here aren’t the great big fellows, but eight feet is no slouch of a fish, and I’ve seen plenty that size.”
They started off, sailing across the harbor toward the mouth, and, passing through the narrow strait, laid their course up the coast. The sea was calm, and the day a fine one for a sail.
“How do you fish for sharks?” asked Bob.
“Just bait the hook and throw it overboard,” replied Sam. “But we’ll wait until we’re on our way back. Don’t want to tow a shark up to the lighthouse.”