Below the trees could be seen strange mosses and sponges, of every imaginable hue and shape, and between them bushes and creeping vines.
"This is a submarine paradise!" whispered Dave. "Did you ever dream of anything so lovely?"
"Lovely—and dangerous!" came from Amos Fearless. And then he added: "I see nothing of the Happy Hour."
He was right—there was no sign of a sunken ship anywhere.
"Let us take the diving bell in a grand circle around this spot," suggested Dave.
His father agreed, providing the thing could be accomplished without positive danger.
To move around, they had to pull the machine along from one tree-top to another by means of the crab-like claws attached to the bottom.
The diving bell worked like a charm and soon a distance of several hundred yards had been covered.
Sometimes the crab-like claws would slip on the tree-tops and at others the trees would break off with a dull, snapping report. When this would happen the sap flowing from the tree would be pure yellow in color.
In order to see at a great distance Amos Fearless now adjusted a powerful light which had been brought along, using a small reflector behind it.