“On me worrud, I’ll niver give up looking for him if I have to sail through these seas fer all me loife!”
“I’m wid yo’, I’ish!”
So they kept sailing about at random for a full day.
Then Barney suddenly cried:
“Look yonder, naygur. Phwat do yez call that?”
It was a little star of light twinkling through the gloom. There was but one explanation for its presence in those depths.
It was an electric light, and doubtless came from the helmet lamp of one of the lost divers.
Barney at once shaped the course of the Dart for it. The two jokers anxiously awaited the result.
CHAPTER VII.
A CLOSE CALL.
The three divers in the cabin of the sunken derelict were in by no means a cheerful or agreeable frame of mind.