“Hold on!” cautioned Sam, taking a turn of the rope about a cleat.
Then the fish lashed out more furiously than ever with its tail. The water was white with foam. The big jaws snapped ominously close to the boat. The craft rocked and pitched with the violence of the fish’s efforts.
“Quick, Ned, or he’ll upset us!” called Sam.
[CHAPTER XVII]
THE ABANDONED VESSEL
“I can’t reach him!” cried Ned, leaning as far over as he could, hatchet in hand.
“Have to pull him closer,” panted Sam. “Altogether now, boys!”
The three grasped the chain and hauled. Nearer and nearer, came the fighting shark. The jaws never ceased snapping in an endeavor to bite through the chain.
“Quick, Ned!” cried Jerry.