“Pull hard yourself,” retorted his brother.
“We’ve all got to pull for all we’re worth if we want to get that whale before someone else does,” added Bob Trent. They were all three in the old captain’s big boat—the one in which Bob had been out clamming1 when he sighted the wounded whale, and hastened to shore with the news.
“Do you think anyone else would want it?” asked Frank, as he labored2 at the heavy oars3. There was room for the trio of lads to handle sweeps.
“Sure, most anyone would want a whale,” replied Bob. “It’ll be worth a lot of money to the fertilizer factory, and then there’s the oil.”
“Then there’s the whalebone,” put in Andy eagerly. “We ought to get a lot of money for that.”
“This kind of a whale doesn’t have the sort of bone that is valuable, I believe,” suggested Frank. “It’s only for the oil that they’re hunted. But still, if we can get this one we ought to knock out a pretty penny.”
“If there was a lump of ambergris in it we’d all be millionaires!” exclaimed Andy eagerly.
“Well, of course ambergris is said to be found in dead whales,” admitted Frank, as he cast a look over his shoulder to observe their course, “but our whale isn’t dead yet.”
“And maybe we won’t get it after all,” went on Bob. “Have you seen him spout4 lately?”
“No, but then he may have sounded and it will be about fifteen minutes before he comes up again,” announced Frank. “Was he nearly dead, Bob?”
“Pretty far gone. Some gulls5 were hovering6 over him in anticipation7, I guess, and that’s a good sign.”
“I wonder what mom will say,” came from Frank, after a pause. “We sort of promised we wouldn’t go whaling again, Andy.”
“I don’t believe she’d care if she knew how it was, but we didn’t have time to tell her. Besides, she doesn’t like to be interrupted when she’s golfing. Anyhow, this whale is nearly dead and there can’t be any harm going for a dead one. It was a live one she and dad were thinking about when they warned us.”
“I guess so,” agreed Frank. “Anyhow we’re out now and we might as well keep on. I wonder—”
“There she blows again!” interrupted Bob excitedly, and he stopped rowing long enough to point to a spot in the bay not far distant.
“And she’s spouting8 blood now!” fairly yelled Andy. “That whale is ours as sure as guns! Have you a line aboard, Bob?”
“Yes, a long anchor rope, strong enough, I guess, for what I need. Let’s put in a little closer. We can keep track of the whale now. Don’t lose sight of it.”
“One of us had better keep on the watch,” proposed Andy.
“What are you trying to do—get out of rowing?” asked his brother with a laugh.
“No, we can take turns being lookout9. Only we don’t want to lose sight of the whale.”
This was agreed to, and, as he had suggested it, Andy was allowed to take his place in the bow and watch the progress of the immense animal. It was a large whale, probably seventy-five feet long and big in proportion. It was swimming slowly along, about half submerged.
“Don’t go too close,” advised the younger Racer boy, in memory of what had once happened to him when he first met the whale. “It may remember me and be anxious to finish up what it began.”
“Do you suppose it’s the same one?” Frank wanted to know.
“Shouldn’t be a bit surprised,” said Bob. “There would hardly be two whales around here so close together, and both injured. That’s your whale sure enough. But Andy’s right, we must not get too near. It might take a notion to charge us.”
Accordingly they sheered off, and rowed along in a course parallel with that of the monster. They had paid little attention to where they were heading, and it was not until an exclamation10 from Frank drew their attention to it that they noticed how far away from land they were.
“We’ll have a fine long row to get back,” observed Andy.
“Yes, towing the whale, too,” added his bother.
“Maybe we’d better take a chance and make fast,” suggested Bob. “I think I can get my anchor line over that harpoon11 I see sticking out, and then we can begin towing.”
“Nixy on that!” exclaimed Andy quickly. “We don’t tackle any live whales. We’ll wait for this one to die.”
“I wish it would hurry up about it then,” grumbled12 Frank. “I don’t want to stay out here all night.”
Suddenly, as he spoke13 there was a flurry of water about the dying monster of the deep.
“Look out!” yelled Andy. “It’s coming for us.”
“Back water!” shouted Bob.
They bent14 to the oars with a will, Andy taking up his discarded ones. But they need not have been alarmed. It was the last move the whale was destined15 to make. Rearing itself partly up out of the water the monster suddenly sank, making such a commotion16 that the boat of the boys was tossed about like a chip in the surf.
“He’s sounded again!” shouted Andy.
“No, that’s the end,” said Bob, who had heard his father tell of whaling voyages. “The whale is dead, and he’s gone to the bottom.”
“Then we can’t get it,” came regretfully from Andy.
“Oh, yes we can,” declared Bob.
“How?” Frank wanted to know.
“Why, after a whale dies, and sinks, gases very soon begin to form inside it. This swells17 it up like a balloon, and it comes to the top again. Then we can get it.”
“How long will it take?” asked Andy, with an anxious look at the sun, for it was getting late.
“Oh, maybe an hour, perhaps longer,” replied Bob. “We will just have to hang around here until it comes up.”
“I hope our folks don’t get worried about us,” remarked Frank, who was a little uneasy about having gone off as they had so suddenly. “We left Paul at the clubhouse all alone, too.”
“Oh, well, he won’t mind. There’s lots going on, and we’ll soon be back—if we have luck,” commented Andy.
“Queer about that Paul,” spoke Bob. “You haven’t seen anything more of that strange man; have you?”
“No, and I’m afraid we won’t, either,” declared the elder Racer boy. “It seems to be a mystery we’ll never solve. If we could only find that missing motor boat it might help some. But I guess that’s sunk, though it was floating when we took Paul aboard our craft.”
The boys rowed slowly about the spot where the whale had gone down, casting eager glances from time to time at the rolling billows. They were careful to keep far enough away so that the rising monster would not come up beneath them, and capsize the boat.
It was a little short of an hour when Frank, who had stood up to stretch his cramped18 legs, suddenly uttered an exclamation:
“Look!” he cried, and pointed19 dead ahead.
Something rose from the sea, rolled over several times, and then swayed gently with the motion of the waves.
“Our whale!” cried Andy.
“Dead as a door nail!” added Frank.
“Don’t be too sure,” cautioned Bob. “Wait a minute.”
They waited, but there was no motion to the monster save that caused by the heaving ocean, and they ventured closer.
“Gee whizz! He’s big all right!” exclaimed Andy.
“That’s right,” agreed Bob. “Now let’s make this line fast to the harpoon handle, and we’ll tow him ashore20.”
“Why, there are two harpoons21 in him!” cried Frank, as a second shaft22 was visible.
“There was only one when he tackled us,” declared Andy. “Someone else must have had a try at killing23 him since he smashed my boat.”
The other lads agreed that this was very probable, but there was no time to speculate on it. The anchor line was quickly made fast, and being attached to the stern of the boat the work of towing the whale to the beach was begun.
It was hard work, and it might seem that three boys could not accomplish it. But it is well known that once a large and heavy body is started in motion in water, a slight force will keep it going. It was so in this case.
At first the three lads tugged24 and strained on the oars to little advantage. The whale did not move. But finally persistance told, and the inert25 body began to slide through the waves. After that it was but a matter of keeping at it.
“Oh, we’ll get home before dark I guess,” remarked Andy, when they had rowed in silence for half an hour.
“If we don’t we’ll be in for it when we do arrive,” prophesied26 Frank half dubiously27. “Let’s see if we can’t get up a little more steam.”
They quickened their strokes, and soon the coast line came into view, having been hidden by mist. Then they headed for the stretch of sand of their home town.
“Where shall we land it?” asked Frank, nodding at the whale, floating astern.
“Oh, a little way up from the big pier28 will be a good place, I guess,” decided29 Bob. “It’s deep water close in to shore there, and we’ll have to get the body stranded30 where the tide won’t carry it off. Besides, if we sell it to the fertilizer factory that’s the best place for them to come after it.”
To this the Racer boys agreed, and by hard work they managed to reach the beach before dark, towing the whale in as close to shore as possible.
Their arrival was soon noticed by the people of Harbor View and as word of what they had captured spread, a large throng31 soon gathered on the beach.
“A whale! Good land, what will them Racer boys do next?” one woman wanted to know. No one took the trouble to answer her.
“It’s a fair-sized one, too,” observed old Captain Obed Harkness. “I mind the time I was up in the Arctic after them critters. We didn’t often git ’em bigger’n that.”
“What you fellows going to do with it?” asked Harry32 Dunn, who sometimes went clamming with Bob. “Gee, I wish I’d been along.”
“We’re going to sell it to the fertilizer factory,” said Andy. Then he added to his brother, in a low voice: “Hadn’t we better telephone to mother that we’re here? She may get wind of this and worry.”
“Yes, I’ll call her up,” volunteered Frank. “Then we’ll see if we can talk to someone at the fertilizer factory. You stay here. I’ll be right back.”
“Say, why don’t you put a tent over the whale, and charge admission to see it?” asked Bert Ramsey. “You could make a lot of money. Summer visitors from Seabright and other places would like to see a real whale.”
“Couldn’t get a tent big enough without a lot of trouble,” replied Andy, as his brother hurried away. Meanwhile the crowd on the beach became larger, and there were new arrivals every second, as the news spread.
“There’s a big motor boat coming in here,” suddenly remarked Bob to Andy, as they stood near the head of the whale.
The Racer lad glanced across the darkening sea. He had a momentary33 idea that it might be the craft from which he and his brother had rescued Paul Gale34. But a glance showed him that it was a fishing vessel35, that had been fitted up with a “kicker” or small gasolene engine, the noise of which came across the bay as the craft was headed toward the spot where the whale was stranded.
“Wonder what they want?” mused36 Andy.
“Out of gasolene, perhaps, and need a supply,” suggested Bob. Few paid any attention to the oncoming craft, as they were too interested in looking at the whale. Frank came hurrying back, and said to his brother:
“It’s all right. Mother was just beginning to get worried. But I fixed37 it all right, and said we had the whale, and hadn’t been in a bit of danger.”
“What about the fertilizer factory?”
“Couldn’t get ’em on the wire. To-morrow will do for that. Now let’s get home. The whale will be safe here, I guess.”
“Let’s see that the line is good and tight,” suggested Bob, for the ketch anchor cable had been carried up on shore and made fast to an old bulkhead.
The three boys were just making their way through the crowd when the oncoming motor boat came to a stop as near the shore as was possible to run in. Two men, in long rubber boots, leaped overboard and waded38 through the shallow water.
“Here it is, Bill!” called the foremost.
“So you were right about it, Jack39. Those lads in the small boat did have it.”
The two burly fishermen elbowed their way through the throng, shoving people to right and left as they approached the whale.
“Come now!” exclaimed the one called Jack. “Get away from our whale! We’re going to tow it out again.”
“Your whale!” cried Frank, who, hearing the words, quickly turned back with his brother and Bob.
“Yes, our whale!” cried Bill. “We harpooned40 it the other day, and we’ve been hunting for it ever since. We thought we saw a motor boat towing it away to-day, and chased after it just about the time Jack spied you lads in the rowboat hauling something. Jack wanted to take after you, but the rest of us thought the motor boat had our prize, so we lost time until we found it was only a wrecked41 boat that they were towing. Then we came after you. I wish we’d caught you before you hauled this up on shore, as we’re going to have trouble getting our whale off again.”
“What makes you say that’s your whale?” demanded Andy hotly.
“Because it is,” answered Jack. “We struck it, though it didn’t die right away. Now you folks keep back, and we’ll haul it off. Come on, fellows!” he called to the others in the motor boat. “Lend a hand here, it’s bigger than I thought.”
“That’s not your whale, and you can’t have it!” cried Frank determinedly42. “We picked it up at sea, and towed it in. My brother and I saw it several days ago, and it struck one of our boats. It’s our whale, and we intend to keep it.”
“Get out of the way!” roughly cried the man called Bill. “We haven’t time to bother with you,” and he elbowed Frank to one side.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
clamming
|
|
| v.（在沙滩上）挖蛤( clam的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
labored
|
|
| adj.吃力的，谨慎的v.努力争取(for)( labor的过去式和过去分词 )；苦干；详细分析；（指引擎）缓慢而困难地运转 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
oars
|
|
| n.桨，橹( oar的名词复数 )；划手v.划（行）( oar的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
spout
|
|
| v.喷出，涌出；滔滔不绝地讲；n.喷管；水柱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
gulls
|
|
| n.鸥( gull的名词复数 )v.欺骗某人( gull的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
hovering
|
|
| 鸟( hover的现在分词 )； 靠近（某事物）； （人）徘徊； 犹豫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
anticipation
|
|
| n.预期，预料，期望 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
spouting
|
|
| n.水落管系统v.（指液体）喷出( spout的现在分词 )；滔滔不绝地讲；喋喋不休地说；喷水 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
lookout
|
|
| n.注意，前途，瞭望台 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
exclamation
|
|
| n.感叹号，惊呼，惊叹词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
harpoon
|
|
| n.鱼叉；vt.用鱼叉叉，用鱼叉捕获 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
grumbled
|
|
| 抱怨( grumble的过去式和过去分词 )； 发牢骚； 咕哝； 发哼声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
bent
|
|
| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
destined
|
|
| adj.命中注定的；(for)以…为目的地的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
commotion
|
|
| n.骚动，动乱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
swells
|
|
| 增强( swell的第三人称单数 )； 肿胀； （使）凸出； 充满（激情） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
cramped
|
|
| a.狭窄的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
ashore
|
|
| adv.在(向)岸上，上岸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
harpoons
|
|
| n.鱼镖，鱼叉( harpoon的名词复数 )v.鱼镖，鱼叉( harpoon的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
shaft
|
|
| n.(工具的)柄，杆状物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
killing
|
|
| n.巨额利润；突然赚大钱，发大财 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
tugged
|
|
| v.用力拉，使劲拉，猛扯( tug的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
inert
|
|
| adj.无活动能力的，惰性的；迟钝的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
prophesied
|
|
| v.预告，预言( prophesy的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
dubiously
|
|
| adv.可疑地，怀疑地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
pier
|
|
| n.码头；桥墩，桥柱；[建]窗间壁，支柱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
decided
|
|
| adj.决定了的，坚决的；明显的，明确的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
stranded
|
|
| a.搁浅的，进退两难的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
throng
|
|
| n.人群，群众；v.拥挤，群集 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
harry
|
|
| vt.掠夺，蹂躏，使苦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
momentary
|
|
| adj.片刻的，瞬息的；短暂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
gale
|
|
| n.大风，强风，一阵闹声（尤指笑声等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
vessel
|
|
| n.船舶；容器，器皿；管，导管，血管 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
mused
|
|
| v.沉思，冥想( muse的过去式和过去分词 )；沉思自语说（某事） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
waded
|
|
| （从水、泥等）蹚，走过，跋( wade的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
jack
|
|
| n.插座，千斤顶，男人；v.抬起，提醒，扛举；n.（Jake）杰克 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
harpooned
|
|
| v.鱼镖，鱼叉( harpoon的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
wrecked
|
|
| adj.失事的，遇难的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
determinedly
|
|
| adv.决意地；坚决地，坚定地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |