Some kind o' shark, I should say.

Look at its teeth." "And you've been to sea all your life, Small, and don't know a shark!" cried Mark.

"Why, I know that isn't a shark, or anything of the kind." "Yes, because you've had books to go at all your life, my boy, while I've been knocking about in ships.

Man may learn to be a good sailor, but he don't learn much else aboard ship afore the mast." "Never mind," said Mark; "the question for us to settle is--Is it good to eat ?" "Just you wait till we've cooked him over the fire," said Small, as he extracted the hook from the fierce jaws.

"I'll answer that question then.