But the shark turned his head to learn what had hit him and in a twinkle Amos Fearless discharged the weapon a second time. This time the bullet struck the shark squarely in the eye and entered the marine creature's brain. Up leaped the shark, clear above the water, to fall with a shock that sounded like the report of a cannon. The water flew in all directions, drenching all who stood at the rail of the _Swallow_ taking in the appalling situation. In its death agonies the shark hurled itself against the ship, lifting its tail clear to the rail and wrecking a portion of the woodwork. Then it turned and dove for the small boat. The sailor on board had just time enough to leap out and dive, when the marine creature struck it with all force, smashing the rowboat to atoms. But that was the last act of the shark. In a minute more it was dead, and floated on the bosom of the ocean close to the ship. A line was thrown to Dave and the sailors, and all were hauled on board. "My boy! My boy!" murmured Amos Fearless. "What a narrow escape for you!" "You saved my life, father!" replied Dave. He could scarcely speak, but the grip he gave his parent's hand meant a good deal. Some of the sailors wanted to bring the shark's remains on board, to get the teeth, and Captain Broadbeam consented, and later on, the scientists on the _Swallow_ prepared the skeleton for mounting, to be sent to the Smithsonian Institution at Washington. It remained very warm, and Captain Broadbeam looked constantly for a storm. "Almost all ships catch 'em in these latitudes," he remarked to Dave. "This may be a long time a-coming, but it will pay up for lost time when it does come." In this surmise Captain Broadbeam was correct. Two days later, while the sun was shining brightly, there appeared a cloud to the southwest, scarcely bigger than a man's hand. But the cloud grew larger with great rapidity, until it covered half the sky, and the sunlight was shut out and soon all became as dark, almost, as night. The wind began to blow and soon the waves were running higher and higher. "We must run into the teeth of the storm," said the captain, and gave orders to change the course. Presently it began to rain, and then followed lightning and thunder which were almost incessant. "Never saw anything to match it," declared Dave, as he put on his oilskins and joined his father on the stern deck. "This beats those we had off Long Island all to pieces!" "Right you are, Dave," answered Amos Fearless. "Take good care that you are not swept overboard." The storm increased in violence until the _Swallow_ was heaving and pitching as never before. At one moment she would be riding on the top of a very mountain of water, at the next she would be going down and down into a tremendous hollow that looked as if it would swallow up the stanch ship forever.