Perhaps, too, there may be some more of his comrades about; they generally hunt in couples in stormy weather." "All right, massa, me wait an' see," responded Jake submissively, sitting down on the bulwarks again; and then, we all watched the shark to see what he would do, and whether, as the captain had suggested, there were any more of his species about, coming up to help him in keeping us prisoners.
Unfortunately, Captain Miles's fears proved but too well founded.

Very shortly afterwards, no less than three other sharks appeared, hovering about the stern of the ship and swimming immediately under the counter, where we were clustered together, as if keeping guard over us.

The one that had pursued Jake took up his station within the interior part of the submerged vessel, patrolling backwards and forwards in the water that covered the deck of the poop up to the mizzen-mast.

This fellow, the first in the field, seemed to say to us grimly, "You sha'n't escape me here, at all events!" "Oh, Captain Miles!" I cried.

"The sharks are going to wait until we drop off into the sea one by one, and then they will eat us all!" "Not a bit of it, my boy," said he hopefully, to cheer me up.