All right--he's landed." It was an unusually large shark--"a full nineteen-footer," the fisherman said, as he laid the creature open with his knife.
"Now you rob him, young man, while I step to my hamper for a fresh bait.
There's generally something in them worth going for.

You've changed my luck, you see.

But my goodness, I hope you haven't changed your own." "Oh, it wouldn't matter; don't worry about that.

Get your bait.

I'll rob him." When the fisherman got back the young man had just finished washing his hands in the bay, and was starting away.
"What, you are not going ?" "Yes.