“Hey!” cheerily answered Joe.
“Bow wow wow wow!” challenged the brindled dog—exactly as Bob had predicted!
Sam said nothing. Sam was not much of a talker.
The boys scrambled down to the landing. Joe was in the stern of the boat, handing out things to Sam, who was in the water beside it. Both men had on their hip rubber boots.
“What luck?” asked Hal.
“Not much,” replied Joe, without pausing in his operations. “What did you boys get?”
“Seven catfish,” informed Ned, trying to make his tone matter-of-fact.
“And two turtles and a gar and a dogfish,” added Hal.
“And two turtles, and a gar, and a dogfish, eh?” laughed Joe. “Well, I reckon that without ’em you beat us. Fish out where we be are gettin’ ’bout tired o’ dough-balls; ain’t that so, Sam?”