“Correct!” cried Stanhope. “I knew you would grasp the idea, Frank.”
“We will at once start for the North Pacific. Have your effects ready.”
“They are all ready!” declared Stanhope. “I have explored every country upon the face of the earth. Now it is my happy privilege to explore the bed of the sea. Am I not a lucky man?”
“Begorra, Misther Frank,” cried a rollicking voice from the yard. “We have ivery bit of provisions aboord, an’ shure it’s all ready to start we are!”
“Good!” cried Frank. “There shall be no delay on my part. We will be off at the quickest possible moment.”
Stanhope at once went out and telegraphed Mrs. Tucker in San Francisco.
Dear Madam,—We start very soon in the submarine boat Dolphin for the North Pacific in quest of the white whale. Let us hope we shall find the evidence to clear your husband. Be of cheerful mind.
George Stanhope.