Grandpa Dinsmore and Uncle Edward each caught a baby one, and all of them took big fellows of the other kind.

I suppose they are the most common, and it's a good thing, because of course they are not nearly so dangerous." "How many did you catch, Maxie ?" asked Grace.
"I?
Oh, I helped catch the perch for bait; but I didn't try for sharks, for of course a boy wouldn't be strong enough to haul such big fellows in.

I tell you the men had a hard tug, especially with the blue-dog.
"The sand-sharks they killed when they'd got 'em close up to the gunwale by pounding them on the nose with a club--a good many hard whacks it took, too; but the blue-dog had to be stabbed with a lance; and I should think it took considerable courage and skill to do it, with such a big, strong, wicked-looking fellow.

You just ought to have seen how he rolled over and over in the water and lashed it into a foam with his tail, how angry his eyes looked, and how he showed his sharp white teeth.

I thought once he'd be right in among us the next minute, but he didn't; they got the lance down his throat just in time to put a stop to that." "Oh, I'm so glad he didn't!" Grace said, drawing a long breath.