“It is a Spanish ship!” thought Frank. “She will be worth exploring.”
He clambered upon the deck.
The hatch was open and Frank saw crumbling stairs leading down into the cabin.
Pomp followed Frank as he descended into the place.
Their lamps illuminated the cabin, which was seen to be luxuriously furnished.
But this was in the style of a century past.
The furniture and appointments of the cabin were remarkably well preserved.
But there was no sign of human remains to be seen anywhere.
In the lapse of time, however, since the vessel had been consigned to this resting place, the remains of the doomed crew could have been utterly effaced.
There was no doubt that this was the case.