"I believe so, Kashie."
"And de sharks not hab done gone gobble you up for true?"
"Not one of us. And now, lads, stir up the fire, and let us have supper, we're dying of hunger. That's what's the matter with us now."
"Shall we cook ye a slice o' stingaree, sir," said Magilvray slyly.
"Oh, bother the stingaree, Mac! Don't chaff us about the beast."
"No more stingaree for me," said Frank; "not even a little bit."
Mac was very busy now, and as he set about cooking the supper Fred told him how they had escaped.
They had heard the sharks splashing near them in the darkness; then, in an agony of fear, they made one more despairing effort to right the boat, and succeeded. Fred and Frank got in first, then Quambo.
"So you see, Mac, we've disappointed the sharks for once, and done them out of a good supper, and now we're going to make a good supper ourselves."
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