CHAPTER XIV.
THE DISCHARGE.
"Look here, Howe!" exclaimed Mr. Jones, tugging with all his might at his line; "I'm pulling up the bottom of Penobscot Bay, as true as you live!"
"Don't do that, sir," shouted Bobtail, merrily. "We shall get aground if you do."
"What is it?" asked Mr. Howe.
"I don't know," replied Mr. Jones, still hauling away at his line, to which some immense dead weight seemed to be attached. "It must be a whale."
"No, sir; pull away," said Monkey, laughing; "you have got hold of your grandmother."
"My grandmother!"