But the exact location did not seem easy to find.
“Dat am berry funny!” declared Pomp, after cruising aimlessly about for awhile. “Wherebber can dey hab bin? Whar am dat sunken ship?”
A sharp spasmodic cry suddenly escaped Hartley’s lips and he said hoarsely:
“My soul! Look yonder. What is that?”
CHAPTER XI.
FRANK’S ADVENTURES.
Frank Reade, Jr., left in the cabin of the sunken galleon was certainly in a position which it is hardly possible for one to adequately realize.
All hope seemed lost.
The failure of his friends to return or open the hatch had satisfied him that their fate was sealed.
His one aim now was to get out of the galleon’s cabin.
So he rained blow after blow with his ax upon the closed hatch. But it seemed obdurate.