comin'? I tol' them boys, too. The weather reports jus' aftertells what my feet has been a-howlin' fer three days. They're better than any barometer I ever seed blowed in glass, and, as I gets older, they gits aocurater and accurater."
During the Cap*n's harangue the youngsters were busy, with open penknives, progging at the mouth of the monster.
"What's them boys tryin' to do?" Cap'n Buffum asked Turner. "Torment a critter after he's dead? That ain't no way to do."
"Want to get some teeth as souvenirs," explained Cat, looking up.
"I'll be bound you can't get 'em out that-a-way, sonny," asserted one of the fishermen, "Come along with me and we'll go up the house and get some pinchers and a jackknife."
Eagerly the boys jumped up and trotted along with the man, and in a short time were back with the implements and proceeded to extract a number of tusks from the grinning mouth. Some of these they counted on having mounted for scarf-pins; others would be distributed among their intimates.
