"I guess whatever we're onto begins to believe that he has swallowed something pretty indigestible." Faster and faster the Flying Fish began to cut through the sea.

The water sprayed out from both sides of her cutwater in a steady stream.
"She's doing as well as she did the day of the race," said Merritt, with a laugh, gazing at Hiram's rather pale face.

The wireless youth was casting longing glances at the shore.
"Well, I wish Mr.Whale, or whatever he is, would come up and let us have a look at him!" exclaimed Tubby suddenly.

"This is getting pretty monotonous." As he spoke the boy paid nut a little more line.

He had only just time to belay it round the cleat to avoid its being jerked out of his hand, so fast was the creature they had hooked now traveling.
"Say, Tubby," spoke Merritt at length, "I'm beginning to think myself that it might not be a bad idea to put back.