Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull BoyFenn, George Manville
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Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull Boy
Fenn, George Manville
Adventure stories; Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
"No; I don't think I do," said the lad frankly. "I feel a curious
fluttering kind of sensation, as if my heart was beating very fast, but
I don't think I'm frightened--I'm sure I'm not," he added gravely, and
with a simple sincerity far removed from boastfulness.
"How can you be sure?" said the doctor, giving him a searching look.
"Because if I really were frightened I should cut the line."
"Of course you would," said the doctor. "Stands to reason. But I
didn't come out prepared for shark-fishing, so I'm beginning to think we
may as well cut or break the line, and go back. We don't want to have
far to row on such a day as this."
"Oh, don't do that," cried Jack. "It's so exciting and strange to be
dragged along like this."
"What do you say to trying to get the fellow up to the surface, so as to
have another look at him?"
"But suppose it attacks us?"
"I don't think there is any fear," said the mate, smiling.
"Try and get it up then," said Jack eagerly. "Come and lend a hand,
Edward," said the mate; and they began to take a slow, steady pull on
the line, drawing in the strong hemp fathom by fathom, till the number
of rings in the bottom of the boat showed that they must be near their
captive, but there was no sign of it till another dozen yards were
hauled in, and then, as Jack leaned over the bows, he could dimly see
deep down a shadowy form going right onward, slightly agitating the
water as it passed through.
Then as the pair in the boat hauled, the dark shadow began to show more
and more clearly, proving that the buoyancy of the boat was beginning to
tell upon it, and draw it nearer to the surface.
"Can't stand this much longer, Jack," said the doctor; "the line must
break."
"I wonder it has not parted before now," cried the mate. "It is of
wonderfully good quality, and stretches like india-rubber. Hah! he's
coming up now. Will you take the boat-hook and give him a prod, doctor,
if he is disposed to show fight?"
"Well, yes, unless you would like to, Jack."
"Yes, I should like to," said the lad, with a couple of red spots
appearing in his cheeks; and he bent down, picked up the light
boat-hook, and stood with one foot upon the thwart, holding the
implement as if it were a lance.
"Bravo! Mr Jack," whispered Edward. "See him plainly?" said the mate.
"Yes, very clearly now. It is not above six feet down, a great long
black creature. Would it be a shark?"
"Oh yes, that's a shark, sure enough," said the mate. "I saw him
plainly enough when he took your fish. But you had better watch him,
for at any moment the line may give way."
Another pull or two resulted in the great fish being brought so close to
the surface that its back fin showed from time to time.
"Aren't we quite near enough?" said the doctor in a low tone to the
mate; "it's a big, dangerous-looking creature."
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