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At Cape Peril
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"The only Simon-pure, pious, kind-hearted, law-abiding, Sunday-school shark I ever heard of," Turner went on, "was one I was reading about the other day, a freak variety, white all over. He was called the Pilot shark of New Zealand. His parlor trick was to guide every ship through a narrow, dangerous pass between the rocks by leaping, diving and cutting up capers in front of the bow till the craft got to safety. The sailors swore they couldn't bribe him from his path of duty by chuckin' meat to him. Even Mrs. Shark and the little Sharkeys couldn't entice him till he had finished his job."
"You believe that?" demanded Cat skeptically.
"I saw it in a paper," declared Turner. "'Nuf said."
