"Let's make a masterly retreat, Gregory." "Think he'll come back ?" "I should say no," replied the captain.

"The brute has evidently had quite as much as he requires for the present." "Will it kill him ?" asked Mark.
"Can't say.

I should think not.

He must be badly wounded though, to sheer off like that." "Look at that," shouted Billy Widgeon excitedly, as all of a sudden the shark was seen to leap clear out of the water, and fall back with a tremendous splash, not head first, so as to dive down, but on its flank, sending the water flying, while directly after the sea in that direction became tremendously agitated, sending waves toward them sufficiently big to make the boat rise and fall.
"He's in his flurry, Mr Mark, sir," said Billy Widgeon gleefully.

"I can't abear sharks." "Pull hard, Gregory," said the captain; "the sooner we are away from here the better." He spoke in a low voice, and exchanged meaning glances with the mate, who at once bent to his oar.
"No, no: don't go," cried Mark.