Chapter

 1 XI   |    cetaceans.~At the shout of “A whale! “A whale!” Uncle Prudent
 2 XI   |        the shout of “A whale! “A whale!” Uncle Prudent and Phil
 3 XI   |        which he was the soul.~“A whale! A whale!” shouted Tom Turner,
 4 XI   |        was the soul.~“A whale! A whale!” shouted Tom Turner, as
 5 XI   |         a long line, entered the whale’s body. The shell, filled
 6 XI   | interested in the spectacle.~The whale, seriously wounded, gave
 7 XI   |         like lightning. When the whale rose to the surface he started
 8 XI   | propellers had been stopped. The whale was let go as he would,
 9 XI   |          it was obvious that the whale was tiring. Then, at a gesture
10 XI   |        certain resistance to the whale, who was gradually getting
11 XI   |       was produced.~Suddenly the whale turned up again, so as to
12 XI   |       few minutes afterwards the whale returned to the surface—
13 XXII |         That is the speed of the whale—not an inappropriate comparison,
14 XXII |      into the air. Gradually the whale became a porpoise, and the
15 XXIII|         of the swordfish and the whale.~This could easily be seen