"Help!"
A burly fisherman sauntered to his side.
"Wot's up?" he asked.
"There!" hoarsely cried the young man. "My wife! Drowning! I can't swim! A hundred dollars for you if you can save her."
In a moment the burly fisherman was in the sea. In another he was out of it, with the rescued lady bather. Thanking his lucky stars, he approached the young man again.
"Well, what about the hundred bones?" he asked.
But if the young man's face had been ashen gray before, now it was dead white, as he gazed upon the features of the recovered dame.
"Y-e-s, I know!" he gasped. "But when I made the offer I thought it was my wife who was drowning; and now—now it turns out it was my wife's mother!"
The burly fisherman pulled a long face. "Just my luck!" he muttered, thrusting his hand into his trousers pocket. "How much do I owe you?"