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.  The water foamed less furiously about them now.  As I came near the fish leaped half out of the water and came down flat on his side; I saw his ugly black head pointed directly toward me.

“He’s about gone!” Harry gasped.

He was still clinging to the spear.

I set myself firmly against the water and waited.  Soon it parted violently not ten feet in front of me, and again the head appeared; he was coming straight for me.  I could see the dull beady eyes on either side, and I let him have the spear right between them.

There was little force to the blow, but the fish himself furnished that; he was coming like lightning.  I hurled my body aside with a great effort and felt him sweep past me.

I turned to swim after them and heard Harry’s great shout:  “You got him!”

By the time I reached him the fish had turned over on his back and was floating on the surface, motionless.

We had still to get him ashore, and, exhausted as we were, it was no easy task.  But there was very little current, and after half an hour of pulling and shoving we got him into shallow water, where we could find the bottom with our feet.  Then it was easier.  Desiree waded out to us and lent a hand, and in another ten minutes we had him high and dry on the rock.

He was even larger than I had thought.  No wonder Harry had called him—­or one like him—­a whale.  It was all of fifteen feet from his snout to the tip of his tail.  The skin was dead black on top and mottled irregularly on the belly.

As we sat sharpening the points of our spears on the rock, preparatory to skinning him, Desiree stood regarding the fish with unqualified approval.  She turned to us: 

“Well, I’d rather eat that than those other nasty things.”

“Oh, that isn’t what we want him for,” said Harry, rubbing his finger against the edge of his spear-point.  “He’s probably not fit to eat.”

“Then why all this trouble?” asked Desiree.

“Dear lady, we expect to ride him home,” said Harry, rising to his feet.

Then he explained our purpose, and you may believe that Desiree was the most excited of the lot as we ripped down the body of the fish from tail to snout and began to peel off the tough skin.

“If you succeed you may choose the new hangings for my boudoir,” she said, with an attempt at lightness not altogether successful.

“As for me,” I declared, “I shall eat fish every day of my life out of pure gratitude.”

“You’ll do it out of pure necessity,” Harry put in, “if you don’t get busy.”