All the others went with George and with the giant shark lying on its side, its white belly towards the waves, Grant pointed out the cause of its death.
“There it is,” he said quietly. A great gaping wound showed squarely in the center of the shark’s belly. It must have been nearly a foot in length.
“Whew!” whistled George. “Who did that?”
“Sam did it,” said John. “Isn’t that right, Sam?”
“Ah reckon it am.”
“Is this the shark that was after you, String?” exclaimed George.
“That’s the one.”
“And Sam killed him,” said George unable to fully understand it all. “I don’t see how he did it. Why, this shark must be twenty feet long.”
“Yes,” cried Grant, “and when somebody told you it was eighteen feet long you laughed. You said it was the biggest fish story you’d ever heard.”
“I take it back,” said George simply.