Chapter

1 XLIV|    firmly into the jaws of any shark that might swallow it. The
2 XLIV|        our direction. It was a shark, certainly not less than
3 XLIV|       such a position that the shark must cross right over it;
4 XLIV| involuntary cry of horror. The shark came to a standstill, turned
5 XLIV|     half an hour or more not a shark could be distinguished;
6 XLIV|      bait had been seized by a shark, and the iron had made good
7 XLIV|        the huge carcase of the shark writhing convulsively amidst
8 XLIV|      sharp snap was heard. The shark had closed its jaws, and
9 LV  |       happy omen; not a single shark now lingered-round the raft.