How it happened I cannot tell; the shark must either have made a bad shot at me or else I must have ducked instinctively, for I remember feeling the scrape of his fin across my cheek and being pushed aside by his great tail.

Next moment my mate's hands let go their grip of me and there was a yell such as I pray I may never hear again.

When at last they hauled me on board I was not the same man who three minutes before had dived into the water.

That was the scene your picture reminded me of, Miss Oliphant.

You have told me one of your troubles, and I have told you one of mine, which makes us quits.