“No dyspeptics in this crowd,” laughed Fred, when the board had been swept clean.
“Not so that you could notice it,” returned Bill. “A doctor would starve to death if he had to depend on our patronage.”
“My belt is so tight that it hurts,” admitted Teddy, loosening it a few holes.
They lay around lazily for a few minutes, too happy and satisfied to move. Then Fred and Lester resumed their places, while the other two drew a bucket of water and washed the dishes and pans. This done, they slumped down comfortably in the stern, watching the body of the shark that lunged along clumsily in the wake of the Ariel.
“He has an open countenance, hasn’t he?” grinned Teddy, as they caught an occasional glimpse of the huge mouth on the under side of the head.
“And look at those teeth,” shivered Bill. “They say that an alligator’s jaw snaps shut with the power of fifteen hundred pounds. But I’ll bet that the alligator has nothing on the shark.”
“I guess you’re right,” agreed Teddy. “Those jaws would cut a man’s leg off as neatly as if it were done with a razor.”
135“I shouldn’t like to have him practise on me,” said Bill.
“If that fellow ever had a toothache, it would be some ache,” put in Fred.
“I wouldn’t care to be the dentist that had the job of pulling one of them,” laughed Bill. “I’m afraid the patient would be a little peevish.”