It endeavored to seize the professor, who, sinking on his knees, shivered in silent terror!
CHAPTER XVIII.
MONT IS LOST.
It looked as if Professor Woddle's last moment had come.
In a moment more the devil fish had the shivering man in its fearful embrace.
The captain and Mont, however, raised their guns, and with one shot left it convulsed in its dying agonies.
As they continued to descend into a valley, bounded on each side by high rocks, the darkness increased, for the sun's rays could not penetrate more than a hundred and fifty yards.
It was now that the electric lamps became of importance.
As they got lower and lower, Mont felt an oppression about the head, and a great desire to sleep overcame him.