crimp in him. On the other hand, Jimmy's are so short the whale wouldn't have noticed them."
"That's all right," retorted Jimmy, "you notice the shortest fellows always dance with the tallest girls."
"Ain't girls soft!" propounded Cat.
"I don't know, are they?" asked Jimmy as one appealing to authority.
"This is strictly a stag party," put in Turner. "No discussing the softer sex on a shark hunt. I wonder how Hardy is making it," he suddenly changed the subject. "I believe there's a blow coming up."
"S'pose he took Legs all the way?" Jimmy wanted to know.
"He's got a little sense. Hatton's safe in the pickle shop on Knott's Island. But I'm afraid Hardy may have had to land somewhere short of Kitty Hawk."
"Can't a plane stand a pretty high wind?" asked Cat.
"In France, I've seen 'em in a small-sized hurricane," answered Turner with a laugh, "but that was war, and you might as well take chances one way as another. But, in peace
