the big fish, and a moment later its body was floating on the swells.
"There's Jake!" cried one of the fishermen.
"All right!" was the response. "Throw him a line. He's in no danger now."
A few moments later the man was safe aboard, minus his boots, which he had kicked off in the sea, and some of his heavier clothing.
"That's the end of Mr. Swordfish," murmured the captain, in gratified tones, as he watched the lifeless body sink. "The sharks will get him. Are you all right, Jake?"
"Sure. It was hard work, though; and once I thought he had me. I dived just in time."
"That's what you did," said Blake. "It was a great exhibition, and when it's thrown on the screen it will make a sensation, I'm sure."
"Say, you don't mean to tell me you snapped what happened?" asked the fisherman, in surprise.
"We sure did," declared Joe. "We got every move."
"Plucky lads," murmured the captain; "and right on the job, too. Start the motor," he added to the man in charge of it.
"We've sprung a leak, captain!" exclaimed a man up in the bow. "Water's coming in."
"It's where that pesky swordfish rammed us,
