“For curiosity, if nothing else,” he explained. “I’m quite anxious.”
“Very well,” agreed Frank. “It shall be so.”
With which the young inventor crossed the deck. He reached the companionway which led into the cabin.
This was closed, but a blow with an ax forced it in.
The stairs that led downward into the cabin were crumbling with decay.
Frank led the way down.
The light upon his helmet was sufficiently bright to reveal objects below quite plainly.
Von Bulow and the captain followed. All stood at the foot of the companion ladder.
The cabin was in a fearful state of dissolution.
The elegant furnishings were all rotten and in shreds, and even the cabin table was shredded by sea worms.