Once more they boarded the boat and Jerry put it well out toward the middle of the river which was very broad at this point.
“There, I guess I’ve had all the juice there is in that orange!” exclaimed Bob, as he tossed the mass of skin and pulp overboard. “Hand me another, Ned.”
As the orange which Bob threw away struck the water, there was a sudden rush as though some large creature had grabbed the pulp.
“What was that?” cried Bob, as he saw some big object swimming just beneath the surface.
“Made enough fuss for a whale or shark,” observed Ned.
“It was after the orange, but I guess it didn’t like it, for it didn’t eat it.”
“Throw another in,” suggested the professor. “We’ll see what it is.”
Jerry tossed some fruit overboard. There was a swirl in the river, and a mass of foam, just ahead of the Dartaway. The creature seemed to inspect the floating oranges, and then ignore them.
“Look out!” cried Ned suddenly. “It’s coming this way, Jerry!”