p down he dived, and
the fish shot directly over him.

"Say, that's a great picture!" cried Blake.

"That's what!" yelled Joe, and then his voice was drowned in the report
of the gun, which was doubly charged.

"I got him! By cracky, I got him!" cried the captain. "That's his blood
showing."

The waves were indeed red with the blood of 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, I reckon. But stuff
something in and it will hold until we get to shore. We haven't far to
go."

The boat was soon under way again, and offers of aid from sister craft
that circled around were declined. A bundle of rags served to stop the
inrush of most of the water, and a little later the craft, with its load
of fish, was hauled up on the beach by means of a tackle and fall,
horses being the motive power. Joe and Blake got pictures of the other
boats making a similar landing, theirs being the first in.

"Well, we got some fine views," said Blake, as he and his chum started
for their boarding place.

"We sure did, and something unexpected, too. I never counted on a
swordfish attack."

"No, and I guess the fishermen didn't either. But it will make a
realistic film, as Mr. Hadley would say."

"It's just our hoodoo luck again," went on Joe. "Something out of the
ordinary seems to be happening all the while to us."

"Well, it's better than monotony."

"I suppose so. But I