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The
jubarte
did
not
stop
.
The
harpoon
had
evidently
not
penetrated
into
any
vital
part
of
the
body
.
They
could
even
observe
,
by
the
increased
obliquity
of
the
line
,
that
the
animal
,
instead
of
returning
to
the
surface
,
was
sinking
into
lower
depths
.
"
The
devil
!
"
cried
Captain
Hull
,
"
but
that
rascal
will
use
up
our
five
lines
!
"
"
And
lead
us
to
a
good
distance
from
the
'
Pilgrim
,
'
"
replied
the
boatswain
.
"
Nevertheless
,
she
must
return
to
the
surface
to
breathe
,
"
replied
Captain
Hull
.
"
She
is
not
a
fish
,
and
she
must
have
the
provision
of
air
like
a
common
individual
.
"
"
She
has
held
her
breath
to
run
better
,
"
said
one
of
the
sailors
,
laughing
.
In
fact
,
the
line
was
unrolling
all
the
time
with
equal
rapidity
.
To
the
third
line
,
it
was
soon
necessary
to
join
the
fourth
,
and
that
was
not
done
without
making
the
sailors
somewhat
anxious
touching
their
future
part
of
the
prize
.
"
The
devil
!
the
devil
!
"
murmured
Captain
Hull
.
"
I
have
never
seen
anything
like
that
!
Devilish
jubarte
!
"
Finally
the
fifth
line
had
to
be
let
out
,
and
it
was
already
half
unrolled
when
it
seemed
to
slacken
.
"
Good
!
good
!
"
cried
Captain
Hull
.
"
The
line
is
less
stiff
.
The
jubarte
is
getting
tired
.
"
