Frank tried the plan.
It proved useless, however.
He finally cut out the electric current.
“It’s of no use!” he exclaimed, in an exasperated tone.
A yell of joy escaped their enemies just then, for they seemed to realize what had happened.
“Howl, ye divils!” roared Barney, shaking his fist at them angrily, “but, be me sowl! it’s a dose of hot lead I’ll pump inter yez, if I have me own way about it!”
“Whut yer gwine ter do?” shouted Pomp.
“All I can think of is to wait for the rising tide to lift us,” replied Frank, after a moment’s thought.
This plan did not suit the rest.
It meant a long delay.