"All I know is that I've brought lots back to life that way, and rolling 'em on barrels." I shuddered and shivered, and the men laughed at my drenched aspect, a breach of good manners that the captain immediately resented.
"There, make fast that shark to the ring-bolt, and lay hold of your oars again.

Pull away, there's a hurricane coming afore long." As he spoke he looked long at a dull yellow haze that seemed to be creeping towards the sun.
"Had we not better let the fish go ?" said the doctor anxiously.
"No, I want the oil," said the captain.

"We've had trouble enough to get him, and I don't mean to throw him away.

Now, my lads, pull." The men tugged steadily at their oars, but the dead fish hung behind like a log, and our progress was very slow.

Every now and then it gave a slight quiver, but that soon ceased, and it hung quite passively from the cord.
I was leaning over the stem, feeling rather dizzy and headachy when, all at once, the captain shouted to me to "cut shark adrift; we're making too little way.