"Please," she managed to whisper, and I could but obey.
By now I had developed such skill at surgery that Wolf Larsen, with a few words of advice, left me to my task with a couple of sailors for assistants.

For his task he elected a vengeance on the shark.

A heavy swivel-hook, baited with fat salt-pork, was dropped overside; and by the time I had compressed the severed veins and arteries, the sailors were singing and heaving in the offending monster.

I did not see it myself, but my assistants, first one and then the other, deserted me for a few moments to run amidships and look at what was going on.

The shark, a sixteen-footer, was hoisted up against the main-rigging.