“Look!” cried Fred suddenly, “there’s a shark.”
“Where?”
“Right behind John. He’s a goner now,” and Fred almost sobbed aloud.
“John! John!” shouted Grant at the top of his voice, but he knew it was hopeless to think of making himself heard at that distance.
“He’s gone. He’s gone,” moaned Fred distractedly.
The great black fin moved steadily along in back of the daring young swimmer. To the boys on the shore it seemed as if it approached nearer with every passing moment. Suddenly there was a great splashing in the immediate vicinity of where John was swimming.
CHAPTER XIX
SHARK
“It’s horrible,” cried Fred almost beside himself with anguish. “Oh, why did he swim out so far?”
The splashing continued. The two boys on the shore stood and watched almost spellbound at the sight. Their faces were white and their hearts were like great lumps in their throats. Neither one had any thought other than that John had been attacked by the shark and was even now being torn to pieces by the great man-eater. They shut their eyes to hide the horror of the thing.