"'"Are you quite ready?" I cries.
"'"Quite ready, Tom."
"'"You're sure?"
"'The shark lashed the water with his tail, and I knew he was losing his temper; so I sung out, "Play!" and threw the pork.
"'"More! more! more!"
"'La! ladies, I began to sweat with fear. The pork wouldn't hold out much longer, and then I knew as well what would happen, Sally, as I know what's in your pewter pot—thanks. So I threw and threw, and was soon down to the last morsel.
"'"I'm going to give you bag and all this time, Mr. Shark," says I; "you'll find the bag toothsome and tasty."
"'"Heave away," he cries; and I whips off the bag and takes out my knife at the same time. The struggle would soon begin. But as good luck would have it, I now found myself not far off the steps.
"'A light glimmered, and a black sentry appeared.
"'I threw the bag to my friend the shark.