The boat dashed up, and Buzzby planted his harpoon vigorously.

Instantly the broad flukes of the tail were tossed into the air, and, for a single second, spread like a canopy over Buzzby's head.

There was no escape.

The quick eye of the whaleman saw at a glance that the effort to back out was hopeless.

He bent his head, and the next moment was deep down in the waves.