The jack that lived in the deep below the pollard grinned, but said nothing.
"I guess Mrs. Pollard knows what that is," he called to them from the gate.
At its first notes the muscles in Mrs. Pollard's arm had tightened.
Mrs. Pollard verified the punctuality of her servant with a glance at the clock.
Captain Pollard,” said Dick, “do these sharks ever attack a man or a boy ...