“How will I get him in?” asked Ned, perplexed.
“Why, lift him right out,” answered Hal.
Ned gingerly drew the prisoner to the surface, and then cried:
“The hook’s in his flapper! How do you suppose he ever got caught that way?”
“I don’t know,” replied Hal. “I guess he started to eat with his fingers.”
“Or else he put his foot in his mouth, and got hooked that way,” added Ned. “Did you say to lift him right out?”
“Sure,” said Hal.
“Supposing you do it,” suggested Ned, eyeing the turtle, whose flappers, armed with long claws, were striking in all directions as their owner strove to get away.
Hal thoughtfully surveyed the situation.
“We ought to have a landing-net,” he declared. “But put your hands under the edge of his shell, and throw him in. He won’t hurt you.”