“What’s the matter with your shoulder, Sam?” exclaimed Grant in alarm.
The skin seemed to be all torn away and the blood was flowing freely from Sam’s right shoulder. Just what had happened, it was impossible to say.
CHAPTER XX
TALKING IT OVER
“Dat,” said Sam, referring to Grant’s question concerning his shoulder, “am wheah Ah come in too clost contack wif dat sha’k.”
“Did he bite you?” exclaimed Fred.
“No, indeed. He jes’ nachully done rub up again’ me, dat’s all.”
“But just rubbing against you wouldn’t tear you up like that,” protested Fred.
“Am dat so? Ah don’t reckon yo’ all evah seen a sha’k at front han’ ef yo’ say dat. Have yo’ evah felt a sha’k’s skin?”
“No, I haven’t. Is it rough?”