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Wyn Roosevelt The Frontier Boys in the Sierras…

Jim was in the bow of the boat, ready to use the harpoon when the time should come. Once or twice he stood up in the bow and plunged it down into the blue bosom of a rounded wave with all his force, the water slashing white from the track of the tearing weapon.
“Better save your strength,” warned Juarez, who was at the steering oar.
“Just getting warmed up, lad,” said Jim.
“Think you can fetch him, Jim?” inquired Jo anxiously.
“Sure,” replied his older brother confidently. “I reckon a whale is no tougher than a grizzly, and we’ve got them.”
“Not with a harpoon,” remarked Jeems Howell.
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Wyn Roosevelt The Frontier Boys in the Sierras…

He swung the light in among the chains, but a deep shadow cast by the lantern hid Jo, who laid low, making himself as small as possible, his head buried close to the deck.
But Juarez’s keen eyes saw a dark object crouching in the furthest corner. He dived past Jim and caught hold of the cowering Jo and in spite of his struggles pulled him to the surface. Jo appeared like a much disheveled criminal when he was dragged out.
“Well,” said Jim, “you are a pretty looking fellow. Where’s your pal?”
Tom?” questioned Jo grumpily. “He was in the forecastle when I saw him last.”
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Wyn Roosevelt The Frontier Boys in the Sierras…

But here was an occasion where his good luck in danger was apt to be thoroughly tried out.
“Whales are something like elephants, it seems to me,” said Jeems Howell. “They are big, dangerous and very intelligent.”
“The elephant beats the whale when it comes to ears,” remarked Juarez.
“But makes it up with his tail,” laughed Jeems.
“Now, boys,” warned Jim, “be careful; no more talking. We will soon be within range.”
A strained, intense silence settled over the boat. All was expectation and suppressed excitement.
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