The little fish flew in all directions, only to return the moment the young diver's arm was hauled back.
Slowly but surely, however, he got closer to the diving bell.
At last he gained the door and hauled himself inside by main strength.
The bell was full of the tiny fish, and he had literally to squeeze them out in order to squeeze himself in.
Once in the bell he hardly knew what to do next.
To shut the door under the circumstances was out of the question.
Yet he could not remain below the surface forever.
But while he was meditating upon the unexpected turn of affairs some other fish came to his aid.
They were long, fat fellows, with stomachs on them resembling balloons.
There were a score or more of them, and they began to gobble down the little fish as rapidly as they could swallow them.