I guess, for what I need.
Let's put in a little closer. We can keep track of the whale now.
Don't lose sight of it."

"One of us had better keep on the watch," proposed Andy.

"What are you trying to do--get out of rowing?" asked his brother with
a laugh.

"No, we can take turns being lookout. Only we don't want to lose sight
of the whale."

This was agreed to, and, as he had suggested it, Andy was allowed to
take his place in the bow and watch the progress of the immense animal.
It was a large whale, probably seventy-five feet long and big in
proportion. It was swimming slowly along, about half submerged.

"Don't go too close," advised the younger Racer boy, in memory of what
had once happened to him when he first met the whale. "It may remember
me and be anxious to finish up what it began."

"Do you suppose it's the same one?" Frank wanted to know.

"Shouldn't be a bit surprised," said Bob. "There would hardly be two
whales around here so close together, and both injured. That's your
whale sure enough. But Andy's right, we must not get too near. It
might take a notion to charge us."

Accordingly they sheered off, and rowed along in a course parallel with
that of the monster They had paid little attention to where they were
heading, and it was not until an exclamation from Frank drew their
attention to it that they noticed how far away from land they were.

"We'll have a fine long row to get back," observed Andy.

"Yes, towing the whale, too," added his brother.

"Maybe we'd better take a chance and make fast," suggested Bob. "I
think I can get my anchor line over that harpoon I see sticking out and
then we can begin towing."

"Nixy on that!" exclaimed Andy quickly. "We don't tackle any live
whales. We'll wait for this one to die."

"I wish it would hurry up about it then," grumbled Frank. "I don't
want to stay out here a night."

Suddenly, as he spoke there was a flurry of water about the dying
monster of the deep.

"Look out!" yelled Andy. "It's coming for us."

"Back water!" shouted Bob.

They bent to the oars with a will, Andy taking up his discarded ones.
But they need not have been alarmed. It was the last move the whale
was destined to make. Rearing itself partly up out of the water the
monster suddenly sank, making such a commotion that the boat of the
boys was tossed about like a chip in the surf.

"He's sounded again!" shouted Andy.

"No, that's the end," said Bob, who