Finally George was released and all four boys rose to their feet laughing and good natured. Sam had been a greatly interested spectator of these proceedings and had enjoyed them greatly.
“Say,” he exclaimed, “dey am jus’ about as bad as fightin’ sha’ks.”
“You notice it took three of them to do it though, don’t you, Sam?” exclaimed George, weak from laughter and loss of breath.
“Want some more?” demanded Grant.
“If you’ll come one at a time, I’m willing.”
“Dat’s de way,” exclaimed Sam. “One at a time. Dat’s fair.”
“We’ll postpone it till to-morrow,” said Grant. “I’m winded.”
“You’re afraid of me,” taunted George.
“Oh, go and play with your parrot,” exclaimed Fred. “You’re a bird yourself.”
“Where is he?” demanded George. “I’d almost forgotten him.”