"Be careful," cautioned Dave. "That other fish may serve you as he just served that horrible creature."
"We will move the diving bell close to the dead creature," answered Amos Fearless.
This was done without much difficulty, by means of a set of levers which connected with the artificial steel claws of the diving bell.
Then Amos Fearless went forth once more, taking with him a short chain, which he began to fasten around the slimy and sticky body of the dead Sea Devil.
The job was a nasty one, but this could not be helped, and therefore he made the best of it.
He had just finished the work when Dave saw the Devil's Needle again approaching.
So far the fish had not seen Mr. Fearless, but now it spotted him and made a dart forward as if to thrust the old diver through and through with that bony sword.
Dave's heart leaped into his throat, for he imagined nothing could save his father from death.
But then came the thought of moving the diving bell into the fish's path.
He grabbed two of the levers and pushed them down, violently.