“I cannot, I cannot,” she panted. “Oh, it is too horrible. Dutch, my love, it is for your sake. I swear.”
“That you are mine?”
“Yes, yes,” she whispered; and she swooned away, while Lauré removed his foot from the tube.
Story 1--Chapter XXIV.
Rasp’s Adventure.
“Quick, my lads, with a will,” shouted Rasp. “Haul! Run him up.”
For the old diver had suddenly awakened to the fact that something was wrong below, and at his command the men holding the life-line ran forward along the deck, drawing Dutch rapidly to the surface, where half-a-dozen willing hands, the Cuban’s among them, seized him and laid him on the deck, where Rasp rapidly unscrewed the helmet and exposed the young man’s face, blue and distorted with strangulation.
“Quick! some more of these things off,” exclaimed Mr Meldon.