“How is it, Frank?” he asked. “Are we done for?”
The young inventor laughed.
“I think not,” he said. “We shall find a way out of the scrape.”
“But how?”
“I cannot explain now.”
All but Frank looked serious. The young inventor did not seem in the least perturbed.
He went forward again and more closely studied the position of the Dolphin. Then he returned.
“Barney,” he said, “bring me that case from the forward cabin in which are the diving suits.”
“All roight, sor.”
Away, went the Celt upon his errand. He presently returned with a heavy box upon his shoulders.