[CHAPTER XI]
ADRIFT ON THE OCEAN
“That’s the end of Mr. Whale,” remarked Sam, in somewhat sorrowful tones, as he looked at the trailing end of the severed rope. “There goes the best line I ever had, and a harpoon I wouldn’t have lost for a lot of money.”
“Maybe the whale will die from the wound,” said Jerry. “Anyway, he came near making an end of us.”
“So he did,” replied Sam, brightening up. “It was the only thing to do. Maybe I got the iron in deep enough, but I didn’t see any blood and that’s the way to tell.”
“Shall we put back now?” asked Jerry.
“I s’pose we might as well. Can’t do anything more here. Where’s your compass? and I’ll lay a course for you. It’s getting so hazy, and we’ve twisted and turned so I can’t tell where the beach is.”
“Get out the compass, Bob,” called Jerry.
“Compass? I haven’t got the thing,” Bob replied.