“There are others,” said John.
“They won’t get me where I’m going in though,” laughed Fred. “I’ll be so close to shore that any shark would run aground trying to get at me.”
“Let’s all go in,” exclaimed Grant. “We’ve got work to-day and if we are going swimming we’d better hurry.”
“Ah mus’ hab one o’ dem teeth,” said Sam, referring to the array in the ugly mouth of the great shark.
“What do you want one of them for?” asked George curiously.
“’Cause it am sho’ to bring yo’ luck.”
“Then I want one too,” cried George. “I want luck myself.”
“Get us each one, will you, Sam!” exclaimed Fred. “We can at least wear them for watch fobs when we get home.”
“They’ll help us to find the gold maybe,” suggested George.
“Don’t worry about that,” exclaimed John, confidently. “We’ll find the gold all right and we don’t need any shark teeth or anything else to help us, either.”