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"
Let
him
swallow
it
next
time
,
"
said
Jack
,
laughing
at
the
melancholy
expression
of
Peterkin
's
visage
.
"
There
he
's
again
!
"
cried
Peterkin
,
his
eyes
flashing
with
excitement
.
"
Look
out
!
Now
,
then
!
No
!
Yes
!
No
!
Why
,
the
brute
wo
n't
swallow
it
!
"
"
Try
to
haul
him
up
by
the
mouth
,
then
!
"
cried
Jack
.
"
Do
it
gently
.
"
A
heavy
sigh
and
a
look
of
blank
despair
showed
that
poor
Peterkin
had
tried
and
failed
again
.
"
Never
mind
,
lad
,
"
said
Jack
in
a
voice
of
sympathy
;
"
we
'll
move
on
and
offer
it
to
some
other
fish
.
"
So
saying
,
Jack
plied
his
paddle
;
but
scarcely
had
he
moved
from
the
spot
when
a
fish
with
an
enormous
head
and
a
little
body
darted
from
under
a
rock
and
swallowed
the
bait
at
once
.
"
Got
him
this
time
--
that
's
a
fact
!
"
cried
Peterkin
,
hauling
in
the
line
.
"
He
's
swallowed
the
bait
right
down
to
his
tail
,
I
declare
!
Oh
,
what
a
thumper
!
"
As
the
fish
came
struggling
to
the
surface
we
leaned
forward
to
see
it
,
and
overbalanced
the
log
.
Peterkin
threw
his
arms
round
the
fish
's
neck
,
and
in
another
instant
we
were
all
floundering
in
the
water
!
A
shout
of
laughter
burst
from
us
as
we
rose
to
the
surface
,
like
three
drowned
rats
,
and
seized
hold
of
the
log
.
We
soon
recovered
our
position
,
and
sat
more
warily
;
while
Peterkin
secured
the
fish
,
which
had
well-nigh
escaped
in
the
midst
of
our
struggles
.
It
was
little
worth
having
,
however
.
But
,
as
Peterkin
remarked
,
it
was
better
than
the
smouts
he
had
been
catching
for
the
last
two
or
three
days
;
so
we
laid
it
on
the
log
before
us
,
and
having
rebaited
the
line
,
dropped
it
in
again
for
another
.
Now
,
while
we
were
thus
intent
upon
our
sport
,
our
attention
was
suddenly
attracted
by
a
ripple
on
the
sea
,
just
a
few
yards
away
from
us
.
Peterkin
shouted
to
us
to
paddle
in
that
direction
,
as
he
thought
it
was
a
big
fish
and
we
might
have
a
chance
of
catching
it
.
But
Jack
,
instead
of
complying
,
said
,
in
a
deep
,
earnest
tone
of
voice
,
which
I
never
before
heard
him
use
,
"
Haul
up
your
line
,
Peterkin
;
seize
your
paddle
.
Quick
--
it
's
a
shark
!
"
