“Then you are blind. I have seen many. How long will our diving generators last?”
“Well charged, twenty-four hours.”
“Let us get them ready, and when the Dart’s generators fail us let us leave her and strike out.”
It was the most forlorn hope that Frank had ever heard of, but he at once saw that it was the only one.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE END.
Still the Dart kept on her course.
Frank looked in vain for the signs of land described by Captain Bell. To him they did not exist.
He had no means of knowing at what depth they were.
But he knew that their situation was hourly growing more critical.
Then Prof. Von Bulow came to him.