under directions of the Tarheel, secured the shark in tow by means of an anchor barb attached to a rope, and made ready to return to shore.
"First time I ever heard tell of goin' fishin' with a pistol," declared the skipper after hearing a full account of the episode. "You folks has sho' learned me a new one."
"Now, boys," said Turner as the scouts watched the boat pull away with their huge prize in tow, "let's get out of here in a jiffy. The wind's rising, so we'll beat it. Believe I've got a steady enough hand for the joy-rod by this time."
"Let her clip," approved the triumphant Cat, and off went the plane. She rose, breasting the wind, circled gracefully, and a few minutes later was back at her starting point.
"Poor old Legs," Cat grieved as the three made their way back to headquarters. "Just think, he's trying to kill time on that lonesome Knott's Island, while we've pulled off the biggest show ever seen on this old coast. But, golly, if his props had been hanging where mine were, that brute certainly would have put a
