“Are they leaving?” I asked, hoping that Derek’s charge had scared them off.
“It looks like it,” Mr. Woodard said, “but you can never be too careful with sharks. They don’t always do what you think they are going to do.”
“What about the others?” I asked. “The three that are still swimming around out there?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t think they’re scared. They might be waiting to see what’s going to happen. You know, let the other four do the hard work, or they might be up to something.”
I was getting nervous. Four sharks had come close to the guys and three had been swimming about for some time. I got the feeling that these sharks weren’t prone to watching fights like humans did. They seemed to be a little more participatory. Then an idea came to me.
“Can sharks smell fear, Mr
