Of a sudden, the Shark plucked at his sleeve.
“Look! ’Most down to the shore we are.”
Sam obeyed the order, and saw that the Shark was right. A tiny bay cut deeply into the land, bringing the water within a hundred feet of where they stood.
“That’s all right—gives us a way out,” said Sam. “If worse comes to worst, we can take to the lake.”
“Umph! Swimming job—water’s deep all along this shore.”
“Well, we can swim, then.”
The Shark nodded. “I guess that’s so, only——” Then he broke off; stared hard at a clump of brush beyond the cove; whistled shrilly.
“What’s up?” Sam demanded curiously.
“Something’s moving over there.”
“What do you mean?”