What are we going to do, Tubby--keep on or cut loose ?" "Just a little longer," pleaded the other.

"He must be tiring by this time.

If we can only wear him out, we can tow him ashore and make a little money out of him.

You know shark skin is valuable." "I'd rather have a whole skin of my own," quavered Hiram, who had been considerably alarmed by the momentary glimpse he had had of Tubby's quarry.
"He's off again!" shouted Merritt, as the sea tiger started straight ahead once more.
Suddenly the line slackened again.
"Look out!" Tubby had just time to shriek the warning before a mighty shock threw them all off their feet in a heap on the bottom of the boat.
"Zan-g-g-g!" The line twanged and snapped under the sudden strain, and a great rush seaward showed the boys, as soon as they recovered their senses, that they had lost their shark.
"And a good line," moaned Tubby.
"What are you kicking about ?" demanded Merritt.

"It's a lucky thing the beast didn't start some plank of the boat when it charged; but as far as I can see, the Flying Fish stood the shock all right." "It felt like an earthquake," murmured Hiram, whose face was white and eyes frightened.
"Well, I suppose we'd better head for home," said Tubby at length.
"Those bluefish will go fine for supper." "Spoken like a Tubby," laughed Merritt.