Finally Grant looked again. The splashing had ceased and the water was calm around the spot where John had been. Suddenly he spied a head appearing far out from the shore.
“There he is,” he cried suddenly.
“Who? John?” demanded Fred. “Where?”
“Out there in the same place. He hasn’t gotten him yet.”
“Where’s the shark?”
“I don’t see it.”
“There it is,” exclaimed Fred. “Between John and the shore.”
Sure enough, the great black fin appeared once more sailing serenely about a few yards distant from John, but between him and land.
“How can he get in?” cried Fred. “The shark is in the way.”
“I don’t know,” said Grant. “Certainly he can’t swim right at the shark.”