"There it is!" cried Cora. "See it, Bess!"
"Oh, the monster! I don't want to look at the horrible thing!" screamed Bess, as she covered her eyes with her hands.
The shark swam close to the motor boat, and then with a threshing of the water, and by wild leaps and bounds, sought to free himself from the sharp hook. But it had gone in too deep.
"No, you don't, old chap," cried Jack, as he took hold of the slack of the line.
He regretted it the next instant, for the shark darted away with a speed that made the tough string cut deep into Jack's palm.
"Oh!" he murmured, as he sprang back from the rail.
"Better be careful!" warned Joe. "They're mighty strong."
"Oh, cut him loose!" urged Cora. "Do, Walter! We don't want him aboard here."
"He'd be quite a curiosity," observed Jack's chum, as he helped Cora's brother tie a rag around his cut and bleeding hand. "We could sell the fins to the Chinese for soup, and you might have a fan made from the tail."
"No, thank you! It's too horrible!" and Cora could not repress a shudder as the big fish, once more, made a leap partly out of the water, showing its immense size.