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<h2>CHAPTER XXIV Attack from the Deep</h2> For the next three days, activity went on at a feverish pace. Camp was hastily set up again on the same island, and even when it was late in the day, Biff, Derek, and Uncle Charlie would try another spot hoping to locate the fishery. They dived from sunup to sundown. The only rest period for Biff and Derek came when Uncle Charlie dashed into Trinité to replenish the air tanks. The piles of shucked oyster shells grew higher and higher. No pearls were found. The boys worked desperately against time, but as the first day passed, then the second, then the third, they worked with heavy hearts. The time limit was drawing near. Dietz made no further attacks. He was content now to fight his battle in the courts. But the pearl fishers knew he was still in the area. They saw his boat from time to time. He was keeping his distance, but he was still watching. <div class="pagenum" id="Page_160">160</div> However, even by using binoculars, Dietz would be unable to determine whether the boys located the pearl fishery. He could only learn this by finding out the results of the daily diving. He would have to know what the opened oysters yielded. For this reason, a nightly guard was kept. Although Dietz was going to use the courts, the search party didn’t want him to know if and when they did locate the fishery. Crunch insisted on taking the night guard duty. He also worked during the day. Biff often wondered when the big Indian slept. Although the danger from Dietz had lessened, Charlie Keene kept reminding the boys of the danger that always awaited them when they were diving. It struck suddenly and viciously on the fourth morning of their diving. Biff and Derek were down in forty-eight feet of water. They had been digging out oysters for half an hour. Basket after basket had been hauled up. Waiting for his basket to be lowered to him, Biff was suddenly spun around by a swirl of water. It felt as if he had been caught in a whirlpool. Biff cleared his mask. He looked around. Coming at him out of the murky dark waters was a giant shark. The killer swept by within a foot, then turned and slashed back. Biff looked frantically for Derek. He saw his glimmering white shape ten feet away. Approaching Derek was a second shark. The sharks hadn’t struck yet. It seemed they were inspecting their prey, waiting before their razor-sharp teeth tore at the boys’ bodies. Biff swam quickly over to Derek. He grabbed his arm and pointed. The two huge sharks were motionless, their wicked eyes on the boys. <div class="pagenum" id="Page_161">161</div> <div class="fig"> id="pic5"> <ANTIMG src="images/p08.jpg" alt="" width-obs="800" height-obs="1116" /> Coming at him out of the murky dark waters was a giant shark </div> <div class="pagenum" id="Page_162">162</div> Biff took a deep breath, raised his mask just enough to clear his mouth, and shouted as loud as he could. His shout, of course, made no sound. But Biff knew that the force of the breath expelled by his shout would send a shock wave in the direction of the sharks. He had read that this was one of the best ways of delaying an attack by an undersea monster. The shout worked. The sharks swam around the boys in circles. But Biff knew that any second they would strike. There was no time now to go by the book in getting to the surface. Biff jammed his face mask on, quickly cleared it of water, grabbed Derek by the arm, and shoved him upward. He himself followed, propelling himself as fast as he could. Both boys had jettisoned their belts instantly. Breaking the surface, Biff gasped to his uncle, “Sharks!” Charlie Keene lost no time. He grabbed Derek, who was closer, and hauled him into the boat. Crunch lifted Biff in. They were no sooner in the boat than two shark fins cut the water, circling nearer and nearer to the craft. Biff and Derek lay gasping on the bottom of the boat. Their rapid ascent had drained their bodies of oxygen and strength. Biff’s uncle quickly started the motor and got away from the spot at full speed. He had seen the size of the sharks. They were big enough to overturn the dory if they struck. <div class="pagenum" id="Page_163">163</div> By the time they reached the island camp, the boys had somewhat recovered. But Biff was still shaking as if he had a chill, and Derek’s face was drawn and white. The narrow escape the boys had undergone was not without its reward, however. All four of the pearl fishers—Crunch was now one of them—were shucking oysters after a rest and the noonday meal. Biff, growing more and more bored with the tough job of opening and examining oysters, was about to discard a shell when he noticed a raised protuberance in the exact center on the shell. He took off his glove and dug at the raised part with a fingernail. His excitement grew. Seconds later he dug out an almost perfectly shaped white pearl. “I’ve got one! I’ve got one!” he shouted. The others crowded around him. Biff handed the pearl to his uncle. Charlie Keene inspected it carefully. “I’m no expert, Biff. But the color, and particularly the shape, of this pearl—I’d say you’ve found a really valuable one.” “How much? How much is it worth?” “I couldn’t tell. Only an expert could. But it’s a white pearl—they’re the most valuable. And it’s almost perfectly round. It could be worth several thousands of dollars.” “Whoopee!” Biff shouted. “Let me at more of those oysters!” Interest quickened. The four worked in silence, but they worked fast. Oyster after oyster was opened, carefully inspected, then tossed aside. <div class="pagenum" id="Page_164">164</div> Derek found the next one. It, too, was perfectly shaped, but slightly smaller than the one Biff had found. It was Crunch who came through with the topper. A big grin on his face, Crunch came over to Biff and held our his huge hand. In the center of his palm was a pearl twice the size of those already found. “This is it! This is it! Look at Crunch’s pearl!” Again they all crowded around. This was a real beauty. It didn’t take an expert to know that Crunch had found a pearl of great value. “Think we’ve found it, Uncle Charlie?” Biff asked. “I mean the fishery Derek’s father discovered?” “It could be, Biff. It darn well could be.” Biff looked at Derek. There was a smile on the Dutch boy’s face. Then the smile disappeared. “What’s the matter, Derek?” Biff asked. “My father found black pearls,” Derek replied. “They’re all colors, Derek,” Uncle Charlie told him. “Actually, the black ones aren’t as valuable as the white. They’re valuable, all right, especially if they’re perfectly matched, as those two your father sent us were.” “I’d feel a lot more certain that we’d found the right place if we found some black ones.” “Let’s go back down when we finish these oysters,” Biff said. “With all those sharks?” “Funny thing about sharks,” Uncle Charlie said. “Although they are the pearl diver’s greatest enemy, they can also help produce the pearl.” “How?” Biff wanted to know. <div class="pagenum" id="Page_165">165</div> “The best pearl is the perfectly round pearl. The foreign body which gets into the oyster must be perfectly round to produce the perfect pearl. These round objects are the eggs of parasitic worms. The adult worms are the parasites of sharks.” “So where you find sharks, you can find pearls?” Biff asked. “Not exactly, Biff. What I mean is this: where there are pearl fisheries, the perfect pearls come from the eggs the shark’s parasites lay.” No more pearls were found in the batch dug that morning. It was growing late in the afternoon. They decided to go back to the morning’s site, and if no sharks were in evidence, they’d try half an hour’s diving. They returned to the same site. Biff and Derek went overside. Before they started scooping up oysters, they made sure no sharks were around. Biff loaded one basket and sent it up. He saw Derek send one up. Biff filled another. He looked at his watch. They’d been down twenty minutes. “One more basket,” Biff said to himself, “and we’ll call it a day.” He turned in Derek’s direction to signal to him that this was the last basket. Roiling water ahead pushed an alarm button in Biff’s mind. He increased his speed. Derek was being attacked savagely by giant band shells. They swarmed around him, slashing at him with their claw-shaped, horny shells. Biff whipped out his knife and shot into action. <div class="pagenum" id="Page_166">166</div> The giant band shells, many times the size of the ordinary conch shell, are the only known shell fish to attack human beings. They have a tough, scimitar-shaped muscle which they use as a door to close the opening at the large end of the shell. While other conches use this muscle only as a door, the giant band shell uses it as a weapon. The end of the muscle is hooked and razor sharp. The giant band shell springs at a man, using a second muscle to propel itself, then slashes and cuts with its “door.” In moments, it can cut a man’s body to shreds. These giants were surrounding Derek. Up close, Biff could see Derek had already received several cuts. Biff knew what this meant. Sharks would come racing through the water, crazed with hunger by the smell of blood. Biff slashed away at the band shells with his knife. It did no good. The giant shells continued their attack, some of them turning on Biff. There was only one thing to do. Derek was nearly helpless. Biff grabbed him. He shoved him upward with all his strength. Derek disappeared above him. Now the band shells turned their full attack on Biff. He fought them off, trying at the same time to rise. Several of them tried to fasten onto Biff’s legs. He kicked out desperately. He thrust down with his open hands and shot upward. The slower moving band shells were left behind. Biff reached the surface. He lost no time in scrambling into the boat. Uncle Charlie already had pulled Derek, bleeding, into the boat. Biff just made it. No sooner was he in the boat than the waters around it boiled with maddened sharks, searching for the source of the blood. <div class="pagenum" id="Page_167">167</div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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