By turning a screw I established a communication between the wire and the spiral glass, and the sea, lit by our four lanterns, was illuminated for a circle of thirty-six yards.
As we walked I thought the light of our Ruhmkorff apparatus could not fail to draw some inhabitant from its dark couch.

But if they did approach us, they at least kept at a respectful distance from the hunters.

Several times I saw Captain Nemo stop, put his gun to his shoulder, and after some moments drop it and walk on.

At last, after about four hours, this marvellous excursion came to an end.

A wall of superb rocks, in an imposing mass, rose before us, a heap of gigantic blocks, an enormous, steep granite shore, forming dark grottos, but which presented no practicable slope; it was the prop of the Island of Crespo.