“My goodness! We are lost!” cried Stanhope.
But one thought was in Frank’s mind. He believed that the Dolphin had run against a reef.
Pomp had been in the pilot-house. It was a remissness in duty upon his part if such was the case.
But now from the pilot-house came the terrified cry:
“Oh, Marse Frank, for de lov’ ob goodness, cum yere quick!”
Frank was not slow to respond.
He rushed into the pilot-house to find Pomp hanging to the wheel. The boat seemed to be flying.
“What is the matter? What did you strike?” shouted Frank.
“Didn’t strike nuffin’, sah. Somefin’ struck us, an’ it was de berry bigges’ fish eber dis chile see!”
“A fish!” exclaimed Frank.