If he could only penetrate that thick water and float on the top of the waves, breathing the free air of heaven, he would have gladly done so, even if he were to die an hour afterward.
Gradually he quitted the forest, and the sun"s rays began to be visible again.
Decidedly he must be getting higher.
Presently a great black ma.s.s appeared at his side.
He could see that it was a ferocious shark, whose huge mouth seemed capable of engulfing him.
Instinctively he threw himself on his back.
The voracious creature had made a dart at him, but shot past, disappointed of its prey.
If it had seized his arm or his leg, or even his head, one snap of its mouth would have been sufficient to cut off either.
As the animal swam around him Mont pointed his gun and fired.
The shot entered its stomach, but was not mortal.
Another and another followed, and at last the vast ma.s.s floated slowly upward, showing that it was dead.
Thanking Providence for this narrow escape, and congratulating himself on his presence of mind, our hero continued the ascent.
The path became steep and rugged, and it was with difficulty that he made his way.
He was evidently ascending the side of a rock, which became more precipitous as he went on.
Where did it lead?
Was it raised above the surface or did it fall short of it?
If so, he would have his trouble for nothing.
He breathed with an effort, and his breath grew shorter and shorter every moment, for he was making a great demand upon his reservoir of air while undergoing strong exertion.
At length he had to stop.
It seemed as if his strength were failing him.
The sleepy feeling overtook him again, and he leaned back against the shining rock, which reflected the sun"s rays.
He was face to face with death.
Not much longer would his lungs be supplied with breathing air.
Suffocation threatened Mont with a painful end, yet he was so weak and prostrate that he seemed unable to make another effort.
Every moment was of priceless value.
At last he went on.
How he did it he never knew; but he managed to climb the almost perpendicular rocks, which afforded little or no footing.
At last the sun"s rays were more vivid, and, with a feeling of wonder, Mont found himself moving with comparative ease.
This was because he had reached the summit of the rock after climbing nearly two hundred and fifty yards.
He was out of the water.
With nervous hands he tore off his helmet, and, lying on his side, inhaled the air for a few minutes.
"I am saved, saved!" cried Mont delightedly.
He rose at length, and looked around him.
The rock on which he was standing was a narrow, barren peak, which just rose above the surface, and that was all.
The remainder of the ledge was under water. If he had not ascended in that place he must have died.
Afar off was what appeared to be a small island. But whether it was an arid desert or not he was unable to tell.
"Perhaps I shall die of hunger and thirst," he muttered; "but death is better here than in the forest under the sea."
Sleep again overcame him, and he pa.s.sed several hours in a deep slumber.
With wakefulness came a horrible sensation of hunger and thirst.
While he was gazing around him, with despair again attacking him, he saw something rise in the sea a short distance off.
He thought he recognized the black back of the _Searcher_, and he was not mistaken.
The trapdoor opened, and two men appeared on the platform.
They were Captain Vindex and Professor Woddle.
Mont tried to cry out, but only a feeble sound came from his lips.
He, however, waved his hands, and the signal was seen.
Soon the electric boat floated gently to the rock.
He stepped on the platform, which was by this time crowded with the crew, Carl, and Stump.
The next moment he was in the arms of kind friends.
He sank fainting at their feet, and was carried below, where he remained some days before he entirely recovered his strength.
Captain Vindex had entertained an idea that Mont might reach the surface by climbing up the rocks, although he scarcely dared to hold this opinion as a certainty.