So he turned the boat about as quickly as possible to meet the fish. He partly succeeded.
The cetacean struck the boat just abaft her bow. For a moment the partial shock it received dazed it.
The boat was flung almost upon its side, but as it righted Frank instantly brought it about and drove it forward.
The ram struck the cetacean in the gills. It literally tore these away and the monster turned over dead. It was a signal victory.
“Whew!” exclaimed Wade. “I would not care to meet many of that fellow’s stripe. He is quite a match for the Diver.”
“There are many heavier monsters in the deep sea,” declared Frank. “We may run across a worse tussle yet.”
“I hope not.”
However, the coast was clear once more. The Diver ascended the ragged, rocky hills and passed over what was really a mountain range.
For what Frank reckoned as a distance of twenty miles, the submarine boat kept on thus.
Then the sunken isthmus began to undergo a change.