He was apparently dead.
But the young inventor knew that prompt action might save him.
Accordingly, he adopted every known method for bringing the victim to.
With Pomp’s aid the fellow was worked over until Frank detected a beat in the heart and brought a sigh from the white lips.
“Golly, we’se gwine to fetch him out ob it, Marse Frank!” cried Pomp, excitedly.
They took occasion now to remove their diving suits.
Then the half drowned man was put into a warm bunk, and in half an hour was able to tell his story.
He opened his eyes and looked about, somewhat dazed at his surroundings.
“W--where am I?” he muttered, in a bewildered way.
“You’re all right, my friend,” cried Frank. “You’re on board the Explorer, a submarine boat.”