could row out to where he fell, there wasn't a strand of him left—not a sliver. But those folks down there don't seem to mind 'em. They go on in swimming regardless, and when an alarm's given, they hop on shore, and in fifteen minutes back they go again."
The shark chit-chat went on a half hour after the boys had laid in their supply of teeth. Then Turner, suddenly remembering his wireless, paid the fishermen the promised ten dollars, and insisted on an immediate return to Seagulls' Nest.
Cap'n Buffum accompanied the party as far as his lighthouse. "Wind's still gettin' chipper," remarked the old man as he parted with the others, "but I b'lieve that 'ere hurricane will butt up aginst Cape Hatteras and twis' out to sea. We won't get more'n the tail of it, but like the tail of one of them there sharks, a hurricane's tail kin lash up water considerable."
"Hope you are right about the turning," said Turner. "And don't forget to signal if you see the yacht."
Then Turner and the lads proceeded to their destination.
