“Massy Lordy! It don’ look as if we was gwine fo’ to hab de chance!” declared the coon.
“Well, don’t expose the boat any longer to the shots. We must at least get out of here!”
“Yo’ am right, sah! Yer goes!”
The coon put on speed and sped beyond range of the Aurelian’s gun. Then Pomp applied himself to the all-important matter of repairing the boat.
Pomp was not as thorough a mechanic as Barney, yet he knew something of the mechanism of the Dolphin. He worked zealously.
He found eventually that the shock had dislodged a piece of steel plating in the bulkhead, which had fallen into the cogs of the tank trucks and so obstructed them.
To remove this was a matter of no little effort and time.
It required six hours of active work to put the damaged trucks back into good shape.
All this while the Aurelian had been sending down divers as Hartley saw through his glass.
Whether they had discovered the treasure or not was a question.