"He had just taken
the hook, I think, and he didn't like it. He'll come into view
pretty soon."
Hardly had she spoken, than, while the others were looking at the
line, which was now unreeling from a spool on which it was wound, the
shark came suddenly to the surface, its big triangular fin appearing
first.
"There it is!" cried Cora. "See it, Bess!"
"Oh, the monster! I don't want to look at the horrible thing!"
screamed Bess, as she covered her eyes with her hands.
The shark swam close to the motor boat, and then with a threshing of
the water, and by wild leaps and bounds, sought to free himself from
the sharp hook. But it had gone in too deep.
"No, you don't, old chap," cried Jack, as he took hold of the slack
of the line.
He regretted it the next instant, for the shark darted away with a
speed that made the tough string cut deep into Jack's palm.
"Oh!" he murmured, as he sprang back from the rail.
"Better be careful!" warned Joe. "They're mighty strong."
"Oh, cut him loose!" urged Cora. "Do, Walter! We don't want him
aboard here."
"He'd be quite a curiosity," observed Jack's chum, as he helped
Cora's brother tie a rag around his cut and bleeding hand. "We could
sell the fins to the Chinese for soup, and you might have a fan made
from the tail."
"No, thank you! It's too horrible!" and Cora could not repress a
shudder as the big fish, once more, made a leap partly out of the
water, showing its immense size.
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