The shark began to bleed dreadfully, tinging the sea in such a manner as to hide the two in a sea of blood.
As the water cleared a little, Mont saw the captain, caught by one of the creature's fins, stabbing at it as fast as he could, but not being able to give it a deathblow. The shark lashed the sea with fury, and almost prevented the professor and his friends from keeping their footing, though they were some distance off.
Neither the professor, Mont, nor Carl dared to go to the help of the captain, for it seemed as if the shark would bite them in two, and they lost their presence of mind for a time.
But Mont soon recovered, and then, catching Stump's harpoon, he darted forward to do his best.
With his teeth set, he precipitated himself toward the shark, and struck it a terrible blow in the flank.
Again the sea was saturated with blood.
The shark agitated the water with indescribable fury, for our hero had not missed his aim.
It was the death agony of the monster.
Stricken to the heart, he struggled gallantly, but was powerless for further evil.
As the immense creature was dying, Mont pulled the captain from under him, and at the same moment the Indian, coming to himself, detached the stone from his feet and shot upward.