So day succeeded day, and they drew gradually closer to their destination. Jimmy began to look very doleful, or at least pretended to be in the “dumps,” as Josh called it. The wager would come to an end when they made the city on the lower Mississippi, no matter what their future course was to be. And if he had not beaten that wonderful shark record by then, the game was up.
Nick puffed himself out, and assumed airs. He felt that he had really done himself proud in bringing such a remarkable fish to land, alone and unaided. He even made out solemnly worded vouchers, which every one of the others was compelled to sign; and which in so many sentences told the actual story of his feat.
“You see,” Nick explained, “a lot of people up in our town would call it just a fish story, and let it go at that. And I want to prove it to my dad as well. He never dreams what a wonderful boy he’s got. Guess they won’t laugh so much after this, because I happen to have a little extra flesh on my bones. That don’t mean I’m lacking in muscle, does it? I think not. Haven’t we got a shining example of the same in our great and noble President today? Huh! a fellow can be stout, and yet some punkins, after all.”
“And that little kodak picture I took will go a good way toward proving your story, Nick,” remarked Josh. “When they see you standing so nobly, with one foot on that tremenjous shark, it’d have to be a mighty suspicious feller that would doubt your word. And even Jimmy, here, your worsted competitor, has signed your affidavy.”
“Sure if I’m worsted, I’m wool, and a yarrd wide!” grinned the said Jimmy.
“By the way, I notice that Jimmy doesn’t get busy any longer with that shark line,” remarked Herb, turning to the Irish lad with a questioning look.
“Then he must have given it up as a bad job,” said George.
“How about that, Jimmy; are you ready to crown Nick as the king pin of the bunch when it comes to bagging big fish? Shall we get the laurel wreath, and put it on his brow? Will you admit that you’re cleanly beaten at the game?”
Jack put the question direct, for he privately knew that Jimmy had yielded the palm. The other jumped up, snatched his banjo from the ground, and began to strum something that set the boys in a roar, and made Nick blush with pleasure. For the tune was, “Lo, the Conquering Hero Comes.”