Jay sprang up on deck and came back presently with Fismes, fairly carrying him all the way.
"Here he is," he cried, as he appeared again in Dick's bunk room with the dog.
Old Fismes, wagging his tail and laying his silken ears back by way of recognition, stalked sheepishly across the room and licked the outstretched hand of the youth on the cot.
"I owe my life to you, and I'll guard your life as long as life is spared to me," said Dick as he pulled the nose of the dog over on the counterpane and stroked the still wet head.
"Back to Brighton he goes with us; and he'll be the best mascot the academy ever had," added Jay emphatically.
Dick nodded approval with a smile and sank back on his pillow to rest again, weak from the exertion.
In another hour the repairs had been completed and the Jules Verne was able to move again under her own power. The Nautilus had been raised, but so far there had been no opportunity to determine whether the diving chamber had been damaged.
"But that is small concern, indeed, when we consider the fact that these two brave young divers are safe and sound again after a terrible experience," exclaimed Superintendent Brown as he directed Captain Austin to start back again to Bridgeford.