I caught a glimpse of Harry being jerked through the air; he was
holding on for dear life with both hands to the shaft of his
spear. The water was over my head there; I was swimming with all
the strength I had.
"I've got him--through the belly," Harry gasped as I fought my
way through the spray to his side. "His head! Find his head!"
I finally succeeded in getting my hand on Harry's spear-shaft
near where it entered the body of the fish; but the next instant
it was jerked from me, dragging me beneath the surface. I came up
puffing and made another try, but missed it by several feet.
Harry kept shouting: "His head! Get him in the head!"
For that I was saving my spear. But I could make nothing of
either head or tail as the immense fish leaped furiously about in
the water, first this way, then that.
Once he came down exactly on top of me and carried me far under;
I felt his slippery, smooth body glide over me, and the tail
struck me a heavy blow in the face as it passed. Blinded and half
choked, I fought my way back to the surface and saw that they had
got fifty feet away.
I swam to them, breathing hard and nearly exhausted.
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