“No, you don’t either,” said Fred. “I saw it all, but I can tell you I didn’t enjoy the experience very much.”
“Nor I,” agreed Grant. “It was too harrowing for me.”
“I don’t suppose John had much fun either,” said George. “As far as I can see Sam was the only one who got any pleasure out of it at all.”
“How about that, Sam?” demanded Grant.
“Oh, Ah didn’t mind it so powerful much,” grinned Sam.
“Would you want to do it every day?”
“Ah cain’t say as how Ah would. One ob dem sha’ks might get me sometime.”
“Suppose the shark had swallowed John,” George remarked. “He’s so tall and skinny that he never could have gotten him down and there he’d stuck right in his throat. He’d been worse than Jonah and the whale.”
“Are you going to stand for that, Spike?” inquired Fred mischievously, hoping to start an argument of some kind.
“He has to,” said George. “He has nothing to say about the matter at all,” and he assumed a careless and indifferent air.