The voracious monster of the deep strikes for the two boys, but its unwieldy body not answering its helm with the swiftness of an ordinary fish, it shoots fairly into the ripped-up sack, in which it gets its huge maws entangled.
A strange trap for a shark.
A shark trapped by no more cunning contrivance than a canvas sack, ripped up on one side.
And while the fierce beast wallows about in this novel trap, lashing the water furiously with its fins, the two boys gain the surface of the water, marvelling at their escape.
Together they turn over on their backs, and gulp down big draughts of the welcome air.
Presently they get their breath again.
"Jack, old boy, are you safe?" was Harry's question.
"For the present, Harry, old chum. How do you feel?"
"Saved, thank Heaven!"
"God bless you, old man."