Chapter 26

“Shoot another spear in the one that hit

Derek,” I said to Mr. Woodard. “Make him bleed like a sieve, but

keep him alive and thrashing.”

Mr. Woodard fired another spear into Derek’s

attacker. This time it landed on the other side. Then he fired

another one near the tail, and a fourth one into what I believe

were the gills. The combination seemed to cause enough paralysis to

keep the shark from moving too well, but not enough to kill him or

to stop him from moving around like the wounded animal that he

was.

“Derek!” I yelled. “Come back to shore now,

and change! I need you!”

Somehow, even in this state, Derek heard me.

He turned toward shore and moved as fast as he could. I knew the

only thing that would separate him from his brother was me.

“Do you have one with a rope on it?” I asked

Mr. Woodard, looking at the spears.

“There’s a cord reel here on the gun. We can

connect to any of them,” Mr. Woodard said, and then began winding a

reel of cord into the spear.