"Some of them look almost white," Jack whispered as they gazed at them.
"But their oval faces, wide nostrils and large ears stamp them as Polynesians all right," Bob whispered back.
"But some of them are not bad looking at that."
"I'll say they aren't. Look at that fellow the third from the end. Dress him up in evening clothes and he'd pass for a gentleman anywhere."
As he spoke Bob took a bright new quarter from his pocket, and held it up. Instantly the native boys sprang to their feet, their sharp eyes fixed on the coin. With a smile Bob threw the money some twenty feet out from the side of the boat and, although he did not throw it very high, Jack afterward declared, that every mother's son of them was in the water before the coin had disappeared. The race to the spot where the coin had disappeared was a matter of a moment only, and then the entire crowd disappeared. One by one the curly heads reappeared and soon one held up his hand and showed the coin.
"Good boy," Bob shouted as he threw a dime into their midst.
This time they remained below the surface longer than before, and the boys were beginning to wonder if they were ever coming up, when the boy, Bob had pointed out to Jack, shot out of the water and held up the coin. Followed more coins and for the better part of an hour the boys amused themselves watching them dive.
"I'll be bankrupt if we keep this up much longer," Jack finally said.
"I'll let them have this last dime," Bob replied as he threw the coin.
"They sure are at home in the water," Jack said as they turned away from the rail.