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water churned up, there was no danger of the 

 shark getting in his work. Twice the boy called 

 out, "There he is!" Once I caught a glimpse of 

 the monster a few yards off on our port beam, 

 heading to the shore also, but evidently watch- 

 ing for a chance to attack us. 



The tide was now running out, and conse- 

 quently the more we neared the shore, the 

 shoaler the water got. The shark had not 

 stopped to consider this in his mad rush to 

 catch us. At last our canoe grounded on the 

 sands and we looked back with relief at our nar- 

 row escape. But, ah! what is that about a cou- 

 ple of acres astern, surely not the shark! But 

 it was, and. he was floundering about in shal- 

 low water, in one of the pools, and every min- 

 ute the water was getting less. "Hoop-la ! we will 

 now hunt the shark," I said to little Moses, as 

 I started off toward him over the now dry sands. 



Yes, there he was, the great, ugly beast, flop- 

 ping about in a basin surrounded by banks, out 

 of which it w r as impossible for him to escape. 

 From the shore the boy's father and one of my 

 men saw what was going on and came out with 

 a handful of bullets and their guns. In the 

 meantime I was employing the time with good 

 results, by pouring into the shark charge after 

 charge of AAA shot at close range. 



By the time the men reached us the fish was 



