“I hope you will succeed,” he said; “and I feel quite sure you will.”
Then Frank showed the captain over the submarine boat.
He was delighted.
“Upon my word, skipper,” he cried. “I’m an old sea dog and reckoned never to leave the surface of the ocean while in life. But I’d give a good deal to take this v’yage with you.”
Frank was thoughtful a moment.
He had taken a great liking to Captain Bell.
“Do you mean that?” he asked.
“With all my heart,” replied the old skipper, eagerly. “And if I don’t work and earn my passage you can put me off at the first port. Shall I go with you?”
“Yes,” replied Frank; “you may.”