I don't think he was either in old times; but vanity will make a man so, and it may have made him.

Well, I must only ingratiate myself all the more with her; and find out, too, whether she has his secret as well as I.What I am most afraid of is my having told him plainly that he was in my power; it's apt to make sprats of his size flounce desperately, in the mere hope of proving themselves whales after all, if it's only to their miserable selves.

Never mind; he can't break my tackle; and besides, that gripe of the hand seemed to indicate that the poor wretch was beat, and thought himself let off easily--as indeed he is.

We'll hope so.

Now, zoophytes, for another turn with you!" To tell the truth, however, Tom is looking for more than zoophytes, and has been doing so at every dead low tide since he was wrecked.