They waved and the boys cheered.
"I guess we'll drop anchor right here and take you ashore in a boat," said Lieutenant Murray.
The necessary orders were given, the chain roared out, and the Seneca swung at anchor off Barren Island in twenty fathoms of water.
"Can we go down as deep as that in the Peacemaker?" inquired Rob.
"Deeper, much deeper," was the rejoinder; "we hope to go deeper than any submarine has ever been before."
"Whoof!" exclaimed Donald.
"What's the trouble?" inquired Merritt.
"Oh, nothing; only it makes a fellow feel kind of creepy, that's all," was the rejoinder.
No sooner had the anchor been dropped, than a scene of great activity ensued. The wireless operator of the Seneca was flashing signals back and forth with the shore station, and sailors were piling Boy Scout equipment into one of the boats while another was lowered for the passengers. Donald had his own outfit, it having been on board the Brigand when he transferred to the Seneca. Although he was the son of one of the richest men in the world, it in no wise differed from the other lads' outfits, except that it had not seen such hard service as theirs had been through.
At last all was ready, good-byes were said, and not without some regret the Boy Scouts left their kind friends of the Seneca behind. Ashore a warm welcome greeted them. Mr. Danbury Barr proved to be a tall, lean individual with a prominent, thin-bridged nose, and sharp, gray eyes with all the keenness of a hawk in them. His skin was burned a deep golden brown by his sojourn on the island while getting his craft in readiness for the tests. Like most inventors he had not much to say, but seemed to be agreeable and glad to see the newcomers.