Yank her once or twice.

She gives, sure.

'Guess we'd better haul up an' make certain." They pulled together, making fast at each turn on the cleats, and the hidden weight rose sluggishly.
"Prize, oh! Haul!" shouted Dan, but the shout ended in a shrill, double shriek of horror, for out of the sea came--the body of the dead Frenchman buried two days before! The hook had caught him under the right armpit, and he swayed, erect and horrible, head and shoulders above water.

His arms were tied to his side, and--he had no face.

The boys fell over each other in a heap at the bottom of the dory, and there they lay while the thing bobbed alongside, held on the shortened line.
"The tide--the tide brought him!" said Harvey, with quivering lips, as he fumbled at the clasp of the belt.
"Oh, Lord! Oh, Harve!" groaned Dan, "be quick.