The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1909-07-22

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81 was hard at work on the edge OF
the shell spat, moving here and mere
as the skin divers worked the shallow
floor. Great scottl' says l, they're
Splinter at the game
81 could feel that the big'barreled
machine was glutted with my golden
edge pearl. | was more like a hallow
bathing house when 1t opened out, and
I could hear the clatter Of shell In
side as the divers spilled IT from their
loaded baskets into the receiver.
81 guess these people have been
working the same game for the last
ten years, say to Bill. But wait till
my bulldogs come in. Gilbert and
Sullivan's operas won't be in it.
I'VE had a whisksy each. Then Bill
clawed the air and theorized about let
ting of his gun. Up to the third whis-
key be kept to the point; after that
he talked hyperbole and frivolity.
You amt the man you was, Null
ly,' says he bitterly.
Fighting is sinful says /, when
you can pawn and dislocate your enc
my without getting out OF bed, Will
liam
we walked round the lagoon, keep
ing we'll in the shadow OF the woods,
The moon was up, and the water leap
ed and gurgled over the reefs as the
tide crawled in. Bill held my arm
to a hundred ghost-llght flashing from
the ocean into the lagoon.
The bulldogs says l.
THE blood.scent had fetched 'em
from the north and south-big, gray.
backed sharks, thirteen feet long. You
could see and hear them moving IN
droves across the lagoon.
The pig did it, Bill looked at the
sharks and chuckled.
1t was a noble thought says |.
A better man would have covered it
with patent rights an hour ago.
I'VE heard a scream; there's no es-
Gaping the yellows Of skin diver
when a thirteen.foot shark mistakes
him for an elongated prawn.
Next moment we saw the two
Japs astride the submarine, waxing
their knives at the frothing water.
one of EN- bitten on the foot
says /. Wen measure him for a pair
of crutches later on
The schooner's dinghy will be
round by an by TO see what's the mat
ter, says Bill.
Depends on our shooting says l.
THE two Japs astride the sub
marine saw us in the moonlight. One
of 'em stood up and waged his arms.
Anything wrongg says I.
A slight miscalculation, says he.
The hob-nosed twiner has become en-
tangled in the Aaron,Johnson adjudi-
Gator. A three-inch whelp incinerator
will neutralize the poisonous expul.
sions.' He waved his arms cheerfully
at me and Bill.
Rub with gasoline says l, and
wire results
II was cool; my temperature would
have surprised a thermometer. II oc-
CURED to me and Bill that the Japs
were collecting their feelings. You
could have repaired a broken icehouse
Win tnelr races.
Gentlemen, | mistook your ma
chine for a Panama Canal excavator,'
says l. BE calm; don't let me hurry
you
bill say my speech would have put
Fenian into Parliament. The Japs
looked hurt. Matt unscrewed the top
of a manhole and slipped into the
shell-collector.
Funk says Bill.
Triple expansion of the nerves.
Gone below to commit suicide with
the oyster opened says l.
"The other Jap, astride the machine
seemed TO be watching the feet Of
gray-backed sharks swarming around.
One big fellow with a shovel snout
looked at the stradling Jap like a hun.
cry policeman shepherding a pie.
"The Jap inside the machine bob
bed his head through the man.hole
and heaved a piece Of raw meat into
the water. About 200 full-grown
sharks closed round 1t and fought for
ten seconds in a solid heap, turning,
rolling and swapping at each other like
tigers.
THE jap at the manhole disappeared
like an African falling through a pill
pit.
" Coin to measure himself for a
new lightnin'-conductor," says Bill.
I counted the sparks in his eyes,
He moved greasily,' | put in, and
not without certain elegance of man.
ner.'
I'VE saw a sky-colored light Jolt