Suddenly a dark head and body rose out of the water. Like an arrow it threw itself on the poor whale. With its large mouth it tore a great piece of flesh from the cetacean’s side and then disappeared into the waves.
“Mercy! The sea wolf!” cried Marsovino, looking around for some place to hide.
“What is the sea wolf? The name does not sound terrible.”
“It is the most dangerous and fierce squaloid. It is even worse than the hammer! Let us run!” said Marsovino, breathlessly.
“But if we run the wolf will run after us.”
“You are right. Where shall we hide? Oh, here! Let us try to get among these weeds.”
Near them was a large plant. Its leaves would make a very safe hiding place. Pinocchio stood on Marsovino’s back and pushed the leaves aside. In a short time the two were so well hidden that no eyes could see them.
“Here we are safe,” and the dolphin gave a sigh of relief.
“And how well we can see.” Pinocchio, like the boy he was, wanted to see the fight.