"Did you kill him, Jack?" gasped the younger boy, as he obeyed the older
one's instructions.

"Yes, yes, but never mind about that. Don't look behind you, just look
straight ahead. I don't know that there's anything there anyhow, but it is
always a good plan to look the way you're going to avoid accidents."

"You're a funny fellow, Jack," said the other. "You don't want me to see
the sharks and be frightened."

"That's all right, old man, but there are no sharks at present, and if any
come they will be too busy taking bites out of the other to bother me for
a time. H'm! they are putting about. That's all right."

"You can carry me and swim yourself all right, Jack?" asked Jesse W.
"Maybe I can swim a bit myself now."

"Never you mind about that," said Jack. "You just stay on my back till I
tell you to get off," and the boy swam with a good, steady stroke toward
the approaching yacht, keeping a lookout for sharks, as he knew they would
be sure to appear soon, seeming to scent blood for miles.

Without letting the younger boy know that he was on the lookout he kept a
strict watch on all sides for more of the rapacious creatures, and at
length discovered two making for him in different directions, one of them
suddenly appearing between him and the yacht, which was rapidly
approaching.

"That fellow will be frightened off or perhaps go under the vessel," he