He bore down for the hulk with all speed. As they drew nearer the trio of divers were seen upon the deck.
“Glory fo’ goodness!” cried Pomp, wildly; “we am jes’ gwine fo’ to sabe dose chilluns, I’ish, shuah’s yo’ bo’n!”
Barney whistled a jig, and Pomp stood on his head with glee.
“We shall live!” cried Captain Bell. “We will find the Virgin next, and then the great treasure is ours.”
Soon the Dart came to a stop not fifty yards away.
The party left the wreck and quickly clambered aboard the submarine boat.
Once more safely in the cabin of the Dart, joy and mutual congratulations followed.
Barney told his story, and Frank spoke warm words of commendation of his course.
“You did just right,” he declared; “the Dart is all right. I can see nothing the matter with her.”
“Let us continue the search for the pirate ship,” said Captain Bell.