With every sweep of his tail he sends out diadems of liquid gems, and his broad nose shovels fire before him like a----" "Stoker.

Exactly; and if we had a lump of fat pork and a hook we could drag him up and collect a basketful of jewels.

I dare say he is leering up at us with a green and longing eye." "Did you hear that cry ?" asked Venning, suddenly.
"No." "Was it the shark whispering, do you think ?" "Shut up and listen." They leant over the rail and peered into the night.

The drowsy air throbbed to the measured beat of the engines, but they scarcely noticed that accustomed sound.
"There it is again." "Yes.

I heard something like a sheep bleating." "Would a sheep be swimming out here, you ass ?" "The shark's off--look!" and they saw a streak of fire shoot forward.
"And there goes another.