He became alarmed at once over the man’s disappearance.
“I say, Barney, where are you?” he continued.
Still no answer was given.
Frank rushed up on deck and glared around.
A moment later he heard a groan coming from somewhere in the gloom, and then a husky voice crying:
“Fer ther love av Heaven, help me, Frank!”
“Where are you?” demanded the perplexed inventor.
“Hangin to a wheel on ther starboard soide, sor.”
Bending over, Frank saw him.
The Irishman was hanging below the flying machine, clinging to the after wheel, which his hands had encountered when he made that awful plunge earthward.