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disappeared, then a single slight nod of the head 

 and the line parted cleanly. The general effect was 

 of much greater force and power exerted in a short 

 space of time than in the case of the sharks. When 

 it comes to lasting power for only a short time, 

 after being landed, however, the groupers fight 

 while the sharks smash and thrash until they are 

 actually cut to pieces. 



After this exhibition, without hesitation, I dived 

 in the helmet again in this very spot with no change 

 in the attitude of the sharks toward me. I had had 

 these sharks close to me a little while before, and 

 although my efforts under water seem to me no less 

 awkward and helpless than a hooked pigfish, yet to 

 these so-called man-eaters, there is apparently all 

 the difference in the world, and I was absolutely 

 safe from attack. 



Mr. Zane Grey, who, at my recommendation, 

 went to Cocos and the Galapagos, had as his object 

 big-game fishing, and as the following paragraphs 

 will show, he underwent the same experience that 

 we had, both when we were here two years ago on 

 the Noma, and now again on the Arcturus. 



Fishing off Chatham Bay, Cocos Island, he 

 writes in his book "Tales of Fishing Virgin Seas," 

 — "The next hour was so full of fish that I could 

 never tell actually what did happen. We had hold 

 of some big crevalle, and at least one enormous 

 yellow-tail, perhaps seventy-five pounds. But the 

 instant we hooked one, great swift gray and yellow- 

 green shadows appeared out of obscurity. We never 

 got a fish near the boat. Such anghng got on my 



