“My goodness! We are all lost!”
But the result of the serpent’s attack was indeed gratifying.
And he also saw what he believed to be his opportunity. Drawing his knife he darted after the monster.
It was lying half dormant on the floor of the cavern from the shock which it had received.
But as Frank ran toward the Dart he saw Barney coming toward him.
Barney fairly embraced his young master, as he cried, placing his helmet close to Frank’s:
“Och hone, Misther Frank, an’ I thought it was kilt entoirely ye was!”
“I had a close call,” replied Frank. “But where is the captain?”
“Shure, he’s safe aboard, sor.”
“Good! Now, Barney, we’ve got to kill that monster some way.”