In another moment the two boys were in each other's arms.
"Oh, Bob," Jack sighed, the tears running down his face. "I thought I was going to lose you."
"And you would have if it hadn't been for that wonderful shot."
"God sped that bullet."
"I believe you."
"What's all the shooting about?"
The boys turned to see their uncle emerging from his cabin.
"Jack shot a shark," Bob said, pointing at the dead fish now floating only a short distance from the boat.
"What was he after?" Mr. Lakewood demanded. Then noticing that Bob was naked, he asked: "You been in swimming?"
"Yes, sir," Bob replied.