The boys looked at each other. Here was a new complication. It was one thing to chase a whale. It was altogether another to have the process reversed and the monster turn pursuer.
“What shall we do?” asked Ned.
“We’ll have to wait and see what he’s up to,” Sam replied.
“Suppose he comes for us?”
“Then we’ll have to run. That’s the only safe rule,” and Sam smiled grimly.
The Dartaway was now rocking easily on the waves. The sea remained calm, and, as the sailor remarked, was like a “mill pond on a summer day.” The line from the bow lay slack on the water.
“He’s sulking,” muttered Sam, as he stood up, trying to catch a glimpse of the monster.
An instant later it seemed as if a big wave was coming toward the boat. There was a roll of green water, advancing nearer and nearer.
“He’s headed for us!” cried Sam. “Quick! Start the engine and get away!”