Something rose from the sea, rolled over several times, and then swayed gently with the motion of the waves.
“Our whale!” cried Andy.
“Dead as a door nail!” added Frank.
“Don’t be too sure,” cautioned Bob. “Wait a minute.”
They waited, but there was no motion to the monster save that caused by the heaving ocean, and they ventured closer.
“Gee whizz! He’s big all right!” exclaimed Andy.
“That’s right,” agreed Bob. “Now let’s make this line fast to the harpoon handle, and we’ll tow him ashore.”
“Why, there are two harpoons in him!” cried Frank, as a second shaft was visible.
“There was only one when he tackled us,” declared Andy. “Someone else must have had a try at killing him since he smashed my boat.”
The other lads agreed that this was very probable, but there was no time to speculate on it. The anchor line was quickly made fast, and being attached to the stern of the boat the work of towing the whale to the beach was begun.