“He never will get in,” moaned Fred. “He’ll surely be killed.”
“He’s all right so far.”
“I know. He missed him before but he won’t again.”
“Maybe John can fight him off. You can’t tell.”
“There he goes again. He’s closing in.”
The shark did seem to be moving towards John once more. Around and around in circles he went and even from the shore Grant and Fred could see their companion’s head turn so as always to keep his eyes fixed on his enemy.
“We must go to him,” cried Fred. “We must do something.”
“What can we do? We’re helpless.”
“Can’t we swim out?”
“Suppose we did. We couldn’t do anything when we got there.”