Provisions were there in plenty, and all portable effects that would be useful.
For hours the castaways labored thus. But ever and anon they cast anxious glances to the horizon line to look for some sign of the Belden.
But it did not appear.
This was their only hope, that they might be able to sight and hail the Yankee brig.
It was indeed a sad sight to see the Dolphin in its present position.
Such a triumph of inventive genius as it was, and to think that it must now be given up to decay!
It did seem altogether wrong. But there was no help for it. Perhaps the most philosophical of all was Frank Reade, Jr., himself.
“Never mind,” he said. “I will get up something to beat her.”
“You will do well if you do, Frank,” Stanhope said.
But the young inventor only smiled. He knew his power well.