The king of the demons felt of Dave's legs, his body and his arms.
Then he took hold of the submarine gun and suddenly wrenched it from the young diver's grasp.
With the gun he went back to his followers.
In the meantime the demon that had been shot was slowly dying, surrounded by a number of his friends.
As soon as he was dead the others rent him limb from limb and began to eat him up!
They were cannibals!
The king of the demons handled the gun he had taken rather gingerly, nevertheless his hand, or paw, struck the trigger, and the submarine weapon was discharged full into the face of another demon sitting near.
A wild sound immediately arose, and as the shot demon fell back dead, several other demons closed in upon the king.
Soon the monsters were fighting wildly among themselves. The water was dyed half a dozen shades, shutting in the fighters as in a cloud.
Amos Fearless touched Dave on the arm and motioned his son to follow him.