"Really, it is a very great plan, Mr. Mole."
"Now for the pork."
"Pork!"
"Yes."
He had provided himself with a large morsel of fat in a flat strip, and this he proceeded to tie round the soda water bottle with twine.
When this was done, he put out about thirty feet of his telegraphic line, and then hurled his novel bait out to sea.
They looked eagerly out in the direction, and saw the great sea-monster dive swiftly after it.
Then its huge carcase was clearly perceived in the limpid water turning over.
Mole waited a moment.
The line tightened.