Cristo reached the far end of the orchard. Judging by the rustle of pebbles that came to him from behind the wall the ocean was close at hand. So this is as far as Salvators holding goes, thought Cristo. In front of the wall was a huge square tree-lined swimming pool no less than fifteen feet deep.
At Cristos approach some creature he didnt have time to see beyond a glimpse dashed from under the trees and across to the swimming pool, making a big splash as it plunged in. Cristos heart was beating nineteen to the dozen as he went closer. That must be him, the sea-devil, he thought. He was going to see him at last.
The Indian looked into the clear water.
On the bottom on white stone tiles crouched a big monkey. There was fear mingled with curiosity in its return glance. And it was breathing-breathing under the water! Spell-bound, Cristo couldnt tear his glance away from its sides, heaving and falling, heaving and falling
Presently, with a start, Cristo recovered himself and gave a short laugh. So the sea-devil, fishermans bogey, was just a monkey that could breathe underwater.