Harry looked, and so did young Jack.
There was a monster of the deep moving slowly to and fro, occasionally coming up nearly to the surface and then sinking apparently without an effort almost out of sight.
The fish was of greater size than those they had already killed.
He came up and looked at old Mole and then turned away, evidently thinking the worthy tutor much too old, lean and tough for his dainty stomach; but when he caught sight of Jack and Harry, he showed more animation.
Evidently they were more to his taste.
"I mean to have a try for him," said Jack.
"Do so, my boy. I shall make a sportsman of you yet, I see," observed Mole.
"You have certainly put us up to a wrinkle or two lately, sir."
"Bah! your father is considered a clever man in all that pertains to sporting, but what is he in comparison with me?"
Young Jack did not hear the conclusion of this speech, for he had gone away to get his fishing tackle, a large hook attached to a chain.