“But take it altogether, it’s a very grand and glorious place, and full of wonders for those who like to use their eyes. I don’t think I should have liked for our voyage to have been brought to a sudden end like that, eh?”
“No; it is too horrible to think of,” said the lad with a shudder, and he cast a wistful look around him at the silver-looking sea, and the white yacht standing up apparently at the top of a slope.
“Won’t try any more fishing to-day, will you?”
“No. Let’s row back now, and come another time with one of the big boats, stronger lines, and a lance.”
“Oh, then you haven’t had enough of it?” said the doctor.
“Enough? No. I want to catch some of those fish, and have a try if we cannot kill one of these sharks. My father would like the adventure too, I’m sure.”
“Well, yes, I’m thinking he would,” said the doctor, looking quietly at his young companion as if he were studying him. “What do you say to another try to-morrow? I think I should like to have another turn.”
“I hope we shall be at the island to-morrow,” replied Jack, as the doctor followed the mate back to the stern sheets. “But the first time there is an opportunity.”
He seated himself on the fore thwart as he spoke, and held out his hands.
“Let me have one oar, Lenny,” he said. “I want to try and learn to row.”