We nearly had him that time." "Well, you shall have another try, my boy," said the captain.

"Pull away." We were going pretty fast all the time, and again and again we drew near, but always to be disappointed, and I stamped my foot with anger, as, every time, the brute darted off, leaving us easily behind.
"Better let me have the lance, Joe," said the doctor smiling.
"No, no," I cried.

"I must have a try now." "Let him be," growled the captain; "nobody couldn't have lanced him if he'd tried.

Now look out, lad! Steady, boys! In oars! Let's go up more softly.

That's the style.