wake of the _Ariel_.

He gave a startled shout, while the boys viewed his astonishment with
expressive grins.

"A shark!" he exclaimed.

"That's what it is," said Fred. "And for all we know it may be the same
fellow that might have bitten us in two the other day. What do you think
of him?"

"He's a monster!" ejaculated Ross, who seemed unable to believe his
eyes. "Do you really mean that you fellows hooked and killed him?"

"Here's the fellow that gave him the finishing touch with his little
harpoon," affirmed Teddy, indicating Lester.

Ross circled about the body, viewing it from every side.

"He must have been a terror when he was alive!" he exclaimed with a
shiver. "Even now, I'd feel a little nervous if I fell in alongside of
him."

"He's good and dead all right," declared Bill. "Teddy and I have been
watching him for the last half hour, and he hasn't made a movement. That
harpoon knew its business."

"What are you going to do with him?" asked Ross.

"Oh, we'll tow him up to Milton and land him on the beach," replied
Lester. "We'll have a better chance to look him over then."

"I want to get some souvenirs from him before we cast him away
altogether," said Fred.

"You might get enough teeth to make a necklace and go strutting around
like a cannibal king," grinned Bill. "I hear that those ornaments make a
great hit with the dudes of the South Sea Islands."

"They'd go well with that bunch of rattles we brought back from the
ranch this summer," laughed Teddy.

"Not if mother sees them first," said Fred. "She was half scared to
death when we brought home those rattles, and we had all we could do to
get her to let us keep them. Even as it is, they have to be kept out of
sight, and to bring home some shark's teeth would be the finishing
touch."

"I'm going to cut a strip of the hide to make a belt," declared Bill.
"They say they last forever."

"A hat band for mine," voted Lester.

"A watch case will hit me hardest," said Fred.

"There'll be plenty to go round, I guess," laughed Ross. "From the size
of that fellow, you could cut out enough hide to make all the belts and
other gewgaws that could be used if you lived to be as old as
Methuselah."

"Come along now, fellows," called out Lester. "We'll have plenty of time
for a gab-fest when we get to Milton. We want to be getting on."

"How about taking off some of your passengers, Lester?" volunteered
Ross. "That carcass makes a big weight for you