The Dolphin was sinking beyond a doubt.
“What shall we do?” cried Stanhope. “Shall we leave her, Frank?”
For one swift moment the young inventor had thought of this. But now another plan came to him.
If the boat sank in that spot he knew she could never be redeemed. He looked toward the shore.
There was a little sandy strip of beach in a small cove.
Frank instantly seized the wheel. She would yet answer this, and he pressed the motive lever.
The Dolphin shot forward, headed directly for the island shore.
CHAPTER XII.
CASTAWAY—RESCUE.
Straight for the sandy beach she ran full speed.
Frank, intended to beach her. This was not a difficult thing.