"You said it."
It was late in the afternoon when they reached the end of the canal, and the boat was let down to sea level in the big lock.
"And now we're on the Pacific Ocean," Jack declared as the Valkyrie glided out of the lock.
"And it looks its name just now," Bob added.
CHAPTER IV.
CATCHING A SHARK.
Before many hours had passed Bob was to learn that the Pacific did not always live up to its name. When he awoke the following morning, shortly before seven o'clock, his first impression was that it was very hot, much hotter than when he had gone to bed the night before. For some moments he lay dozing, feeling too enervated to spring from the bed as was his custom on waking. Then came a loud rap on the door, and, at his invitation, it opened quickly and his uncle entered.
"Not up yet?" he asked.
"Not, but I will be in a jiffy," Bob replied as he swung his feet to the floor.
"What's the hurry?" came in sleepy tones from Jack's bunk on the other side of the little room.