» 1 U O G IC E R , > < -------------------p a r - . In my last yarn I told you shout my adventure w ith a swordfish while we were searchln’ fo r pearls In th ’ lagoon o f a lonely inland in th ’ South Paciftc. Next day, a fte r my scrim ­ mage w ith th ’ swordfish, I got into my d ivin ’-suit, and a fte r Spike had lowered me to th ’ bottom o f th ’ la­ goon, I started lookin' fo r th ’ big pearl I had seen th ’ day before. A sassy old nhark slid along side o' me, and I had to kick him in th* nose to get rid o f him. I was w a lkin ’ along on th* white sand, when in fro n t of a dark cave in th* coral and rocks I saw three beautiful pearls in a half-opened pearl-oyster. I was stoopin' to get ’em when zang! some­ th in ’ zipped into me and sent me scooting through th ’ water toward th ’ openin’ o f th ' dark cava. I saw a big « » 4» sawftsh makin’ off and I knew he was th ' one that had played th' joke on me. T h ’ next minute a long arm reached out of th ’ cave, curled around my leg and jerked me o ff my feet. As I grabbed my knife from my belt I saw two g la rin ’ eyes wutchin* me from th ’ dark­ ness of th ’ cave. Other long, snaky arms were coifin’ about me. I was slashin’ them w ith my knife, try in ’ to free myself, when a big shark tore in alongside o’ me and w ith one crunch of his sharp teeth cut off th ’ g ristly arms o f tha t octo­ pus. To this day I believe th ’ shark that saved me was th ' one that I had kicked in th ’ nose a few minutes be­ fore. That shows what a decent old fe lle r he was, not to hold a grudge against me. Don't miss my next yarn. I t ’ll make your hair stand on endl • » : ?%< V5oe.-\' d E h e N TaxE U Q .J O P .;