"But see here, Merritt, whatever we are fast to is beginning to pick up speed pretty rapidly.

Don't you think we'd better cut the line or try to haul in ?" "Haul in! Not much!" exclaimed Tubby indignantly.

"We'll just hang on till we tire him out, that's what we'll do, and then haul in." "But we're getting a good way out from shore," objected Hiram, who, however much at home he was at the key of a wireless apparatus, had no great relish for blue water in a small motor boat.
"Don't you worry, sonny," put in Merritt patronizingly.

"We'll be all right.

My, that was a plunge!" As he spoke the bow of the Flying Fish dipped till she shipped a few gallons of green water.
"I'll pay out some more line," said the unperturbed Tubby.