"Well, I reckon they about live in it."
"No doubt."
"Did you get a run for your money?" Mr. Lakewood smiled as they rejoined him.
"Sure did, and the other fellows had a dive for it," Jack laughed.
"They're probably the best swimmers and divers in the world," Mr. Lakewood told them.
"But I'd like to see Jack try one of them on a long swim," Bob said.
"He'd be licked before they started. Those boys think nothing of swimming ten miles or more."
"Don't the sharks ever get them?" Jack asked.
"Not often. You see, they very seldom come in so close as this and when they swim outside they carry a knife in a belt and if a shark attacks them he usually gets the worse of the argument."
It was exactly six o'clock when they saw a Ford touring car drive down the beach to the wharf, and their newly made friend stepped out and came toward the boat. They met him before he had reached the end of the wharf and he once more shook hands with them all, including Captain Ole who somewhat against his wishes, had been persuaded to accompany them.