"But these brutes are uncommonly tough." "More than my arm is," said Mr Strong ruefully, rubbing this member tenderly.

"What sort of beast is it--not a real shark, surely?
I always imagined those beggars to be very much bigger." "No," replied the other, satisfied from the net being now still that he had "settled" his victim.

"It is what is called a `fox-shark,' or dog- fish." "Ah," exclaimed Bob, climbing down from the rigging now that he saw all danger was over, "I thought I heard it bark just like a dog when you and dad hauled up the trawl." "So did I," chimed in Nellie, likewise coming to the stern again from her place of refuge.

"It sounded just like Rover's bark when he's sometimes shut up for being naughty." "You are both right," said the Captain, who, with the assistance of their father, had now lifted the beam and net over the side into the well of the boat and was busy unfolding the meshes of the net.

"The brute not only barks, but bites, too, if he gets a chance." "Oh!" cried Bob and Nell together; and they, with Dick, waited anxiously to see the monster disclosed--a deep-drawn "O-o-oh!" "There!" ejaculated the Captain a moment after, when he had extracted the dead body of the dog-fish, nearly five feet long, from the net and turned it over with his foot so that they should see its wide shark- mouth and rows of little teeth set on edge, looking like so many small- tooth combs arranged parallel to each other.