CHAPTER XXVII
THE RIVAL DIVERS
"Gosh, but this is something new!"
So thought Dave Fearless as he tried to pass the little fish in order to get into the diving bell.
But the little chaps were both frisky and powerful and got in his way continually.
They smelt of his legs, his body and his head, and then each gave him a resounding slap with the tail.
It was like a hundred tack hammers playing a tattoo over his entire body.
Never had the young diver been in such a peculiar position before.
At last he hit out straight ahead of him.
It was like striking into a mass of jelly.