“You may escape now!” he shouted, “but I’ll catch you if I have to chase you around the world, Martin Murdock!”
“Fool! You can never catch me!” came the reply.
The voice was so indistinct that Frank realized how useless it would be to protract a conversation.
“Man the pump, Barney!” he cried.
“Yis, sor!” replied the Celt
“Pomp, help me to clear the wreckage.”
“Fo’ de Lawd! am de hull ting busted?”
“I think we may be able to repair it.”
They went up on the turret, and, assisted by Reynard, they took down the broken parts, while Barney was busy pumping out the water the engine shipped.
It was impossible to do anything in the gloom.