“We must have hit him!” yelled Jerry.
“We sure did!” added Ned. “The water is red!”
The crimson color was spreading over the surface. [The creature was lashing about] evidently [in a death struggle.]
“Once more!” cried Ned, as he worked the lever of his repeating rifle, and Jerry followed his example. They fired again.
This time they could hear the thud of the bullets as they struck. There was a cessation of the beast’s struggles, and the water grew quieter.
“Guess that finished him,” observed Jerry, peering forward. “He’s done for.”
“What was it?” asked Ned.
“Give me a hand here!” called the professor. “I want to lift Bob in.”
The two marksmen turned from their inspection of the thing in the water at the bow of the Dartaway to assist in getting their chum aboard.