"Now for it."
He gave two of his handles several vicious twists.
There was a shock, and a kind of water spout not far off.
Mole chuckled quietly, and wound in his line.
"Do you think it has succeeded?" demanded young Jack, anxiously.
"Do I think, do I know? Of course it has."
They watched the place eagerly, and in the space of a few minutes the carcase of the huge white shark, completely rent asunder, rose to the surface of the water, and floated about.
"Damme!" ejaculated Joe Basalt, "if that ain't the queerest fishing I ever come nigh."
"And ain't Mr. Mole the best fisherman you ever see?"
"That he is."