The monster writhed and made an effort to encircle Frank with another of its long arms.
But the young inventor this time buried the ax to the head in the creature’s cat-like eye.
This was the telling stroke.
It penetrated the brain, and the octopus straightened in death throes.
The battle was over.
Barney and Pomp were watching the contest from one of the windows of the submarine boat.
“Golly!” cried Pomp, cutting a pigeon wing. “Marse, Frank am done fixed dat critter for suah!”
“Bejabers! when Misther Frank goes for to do a thing, he does it up in illegant shape!” declared Barney.
“Yo’ am right, I’ish.”
Prof. Von Bulow was extricated from the embrace of the octopus, and all returned to the boat.