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