She'll pull through, I fancy." "Ugh--the filthy beasts," Joan gulped shudderingly.

"I hate them! I hate them!" "And yet you go diving among sharks," Sheldon chided.
"They're only fish-sharks.

And as long as there are plenty of fish there is no danger.

It is only when they're famished that they're liable to take a bite." Sheldon shuddered inwardly at the swift vision that arose of the dainty flesh of her in a shark's many-toothed maw.
"I wish you wouldn't, just the same," he said slowly.

"You acknowledge there is a risk." "But that's half the fun of it," she cried.
A trite platitude about his not caring to lose her was on his lips, but he refrained from uttering it.