92 WONDERS OF THE DEEP 



horse. Those on the deck of the vessel gathered 

 anxiously near the top of the tube to hear the ver- 

 dict from the observer in the observation chamber. 

 Ernest Williamson awaited signals from his brother 

 in the tube, v/hile George leaned forward and waited 

 for the battle scene to start in front of the observa- 

 tion window. The camera man, in the meanwhile, 

 was all in readiness, waiting with anxious breath 

 for the critical moment. "Start!" called Ernest 

 Williamson down the tube, and the motion pic- 

 ture man immediately began turning for the big 

 and eventful scene. 



There was a quick movement of arms and legs 

 as the man and the shark clashed. The man was 

 underneath. The shark struck violently with his 

 tail, half turning, then straightened, stiffened, and 

 slowly sank to the bottom of the ocean. The knife 

 had found his heart. A moment later the native rose 

 to the surface, with victory written all over his 

 ugly countenance. But while it was a personal 

 victory for the native over the shark, it was defeat 

 as far as the moving picture camera was concerned, 

 for all this had taken place out of the range of 

 the motion picture camera. This meant that it all 

 had to be done over again. 



Here was the crisis in the expedition. 



This shark's picture must be taken. But how? 

 That is the question which puzzled the Williamsons, 

 for they knew that while the wonderful pictures of 

 sea forests and ocean meadows would be certain to 

 interest, yet to give the needed thrill they must 



