“To tell the truth, we never thought of that,” retorted Fred.
“All we wanted to do was to catch it, and get it over here to exhibit to you folks,” added Billy.
“I’ve hearn say that th’ hide makes mighty good insides for baseballs, ’count of the rubbery quality,” casually remarked the Captain, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Isn’t it a good fish to eat?” questioned Paul.
“Nah! yuh might as well try to eat a meal off of auto tires and chopped kindlin’ wood served with fish-oil dressin’,” chuckled the Captain.
“Then let’s get Mose down here and fool him into believing he has to skin and cook the fish for chowder,” proposed Dudley, mischievously.
“So we will!” agreed the other boys, and Dudley ran up the bank to call Mose.
The brown chef soon appeared on the rocks in front of the bungalow to see what all the commotion was about and Billy called up to him:
“Bring down your tools to clean this fish, Mose!”
“We’re going to have it for to-night’s dinner ’cause Captain Ed says it won’t keep,” added Paul.