As he spoke he pointed over the side to where an ugly shovel-nose shark was swimming leisurely along.
“Ough!” shuddered Gus, drawing back. “I didn’t see him.”
“I suppose he would think you were a good fat morsel,” laughed Oliver.
There was a general smile, and then Mr. Whyland pointed directly to the westward.
“That is the Island of Quibo, and far back of it you can see the coast line of Central America. We are getting along, true enough.”
That day and the next flew by rapidly. There were many things on board the small coast steamer that were new to the two boys, and as the purser had taken a decided liking to them they gained much information by “nosing around,” as Gus put it.
One evening they found themselves far out of sight of land. All hands enjoyed a beautiful sunset, and it was nearly eight o’clock when the little party went below.
“Getting more used to it?” asked Mr. Whyland, as they separated for the night after a quiet game of dominoes in the cabin.
“Somewhat,” replied Oliver.