“It isn’t exactly a pleasant sensation,” agreed Fred, with a little shiver as he thought of the time he had gone over the side for Ross.
“All the people along the coast hate them like poison,” continued Lester, “and it is looked on as a public duty to put them out of business whenever they are come across.”
“Just the way we feel out West about rattlesnakes,” put in Bill.
“I suppose so,” agreed Lester.
“Perhaps we’ll run across the very fellow we saw in the storm,” suggested Teddy.
“Perhaps,” assented Bill, “although there won’t be any strawberry mark by which we can identify him.”
“If he doesn’t turn up, his brother or his cousin will do just as well,” laughed Fred.
“What kind of bait do you use?” asked Bill.
“I’ve got a few chunks of pork stored away in the locker,” returned Lester. “If we catch sight of one swimming around, we’ll throw over some small 114 pieces. Their sense of smell is wonderful, and they’ll get on the job right away. The shark will follow us for more, and just when he thinks he’s found a regular meal, we’ll heave over the big piece attached to the hook. He’ll nab it in a hurry, and then his guileless and unsuspicious nature will receive a sudden shock.”
“But how will you get him on board?” asked Bill.