“What do you think of that for a shark?” demanded Grant when the others had come to the place where he was standing.
“That’s not a shark, that’s a gunboat,” exclaimed George grimly. “Where did it come from?”
“It washed ashore.”
“Is it dead?”
“No,” jeered Fred. “It isn’t dead, Pop. It just crawled up on shore for a little nap.”
“You think you’re smart,” retorted George. “I just asked for information.”
“And I gave it to you, didn’t I?”
“Stop your fighting, you two,” exclaimed John. “Give some one else a chance.”
“How did it get here?” said George curiously. “What killed it?”
“Come around this side and I’ll show you,” said Grant.