"Whew!" whistled Walter, for this was the first good view he had had
of the sea-tiger. "We never can get him aboard, Jack. Better do as
Cora says, and let him go."
"Oh, I didn't intend to have him as a pet," was the rueful answer of
Jack. "I just wanted to see if I could catch one. I'm satisfied to
let him go," and he looked down at his bandaged hand.
"Too bad to lose all that good line," mused Walter, "but we probably
won't want to do any more shark-fishing, so I'll cut it."
"I've seen enough of sharks," murmured Belle, who, with Inez, had
taken one glance, and then retreated to the cabin.
"These aren't regular man-eating sharks," affirmed Jack, after
Walter, with a blow from a heavy knife, had severed the line, letting
the shark swim away with the hook.
"Ah, but zey are, Senor!" exclaimed the Spanish girl. "You should
hear the stories the natives tell of them."
"But I saw a bigger one not far from the harbor," insisted Jack, "and
it seemed almost tame."
"They are, near harbors," explained Cora. "One of the ladies at the
hotel explained about that. The harbor sharks live on what they get
near shore, stuff thrown overboard from boats, and they grow very
large and lazy. But, farther out to sea, they don't get so much to
eat, and they'll take a hook and bait almost as soon as it's thrown
into the water. The men sometimes go shark-fishing for sport.
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