With all his dodges, too, he never seemed to take his eyes off me for an instant, either above or below the water.
Once, as I was giving him chase, he suddenly dived, and the next intimation I had of his whereabouts was a sly pinch of my big toe as he came up behind me.

This was adding insult to injury, so I dashed round, and made at him.

Again he dived; and this time, without waiting an instant, I dived too.

I could see him distinctly under the water, scuttling away in a downward direction just below me.

Shutting my lips tight, I dug my way down after him; but, alas! under water I was no match for Haigh.