In a few hours the searching party came back, weary and unsuccessful.
They could see nothing of Mont.
Everyone gave up all hope, and our hero was mourned for as one dead.
CHAPTER XIX.
MONT'S PERIL.
"Where am I? Where are you, Carl?"
After about an hour's sleep Mont was aroused by an acute sensation of pain in his right leg.
Stretching out his hand, he encountered a slimy substance, and withdrew it very quickly.
Leaning on his elbow, he saw by the light of his lamp that a strange fish, with a head like a frying-pan and a body resembling that of a codfish, was biting through his waterproof covering and trying to eat part of his leg.