Well might she exclaim, for Teddy was being taken out to sea. True, it was only out as far as the fish nets. But there he was—a little boy with all those fishermen in the boat that was tossing about on the heaving billows. The sea was quite rough, and the boat might upset coming back with its load of fish! Perhaps there might be a shark in the nets!
“Oh! Oh, dear!” sighed Janet. Then she began to cry.
CHAPTER X
THE SHARK
There is so much that may happen at the seashore—so many accidents—that generally when grown folks see a child crying they seek a reason. The seashore in summer is supposed to be a happy place—not a place for tears. And usually one does not cry unless something has happened.
So when Janet, catching sight of Ted being carried out to sea in the fishing boat, began to sob, several ladies asked:
“What’s the matter, little girl?”
“Oh, it’s—now—it’s Teddy!” she answered. “He—he’s gone!”
“Do you mean a wave carried him out?” asked the fisherman who had cast off the rope that held the boat. “Where was he? Show me!”
He began to take off his heavy coat and was about to sit down to pull off his rubber boots when Janet said:
“Oh, he wasn’t washed out by a wave! The boat took him off! There he is in the fishing boat!”