“I’m afraid you’re right, Garth,” said the professor somewhat ruefully, “yet that will not prevent me revealing my knowledge should we ever return.”
“Do you think there is any game in the jungle there, Mervyn?” asked the baronet at this point.
“Probably,” returned the scientist, “but I would not build upon it if I were you, lest you are disappointed. A run ashore will be acceptable to all of us, I expect?”
“Rather!” replied Garth. “See, there’s a little bay into which we might run the vessel.”
Already Silas had sighted the spot the inventor mentioned, and, putting the wheel over, he steered the submarine for the entrance.
Ere long she was lying securely moored to a huge black rock which thrust its scarred surface some feet above the wave-crests; then Haverly and the engineer joined the group on deck, and they fell to discussing the proposed trip ashore.
“We must go well armed,” the baronet said.
“That goes without saying,” replied Haverly, “and I guess yer Uncle Sile ’ud better go along with you to see as you don’t get into trouble. You see, you might get lost in this yer plaguey jungle without the guidance of yer humble.”
“Oh. come, Silas!” Seymour laughingly retorted, “draw it mild, you know.”
“As legal adviser to this yer outfit,” returned Silas drily, “I feel kinder called on to keep an eye on you young fellers.”