"Yes, let's bag this fish first and then—"
"Ain't Mr. Mole got another of his soda water bottles?"
"Lots of bait," replied Mr. Mole; "but the tackle isn't up to the mark."
"Now he's slackening."
"Yes—he's getting blown."
"Now he rises."
So he did.
As they spoke, the flight of the cutter was checked, and a huge shark rose to the surface of the water for air.
A couple of fowling pieces gave him a warm greeting, but without appearing to damage him much.
The pinnace now pulled sharply round, and young Jack, standing up on the head of the boat, held the harpoon ready for use when they should be within reach.