When the remote chance of a reunion was fully considered this could be deemed nothing short of miraculous.
The submarine voyagers certainly had good reason to congratulate themselves.
The submarine boat now bore down upon the two lost voyagers.
“Thank God, Barney, we are saved!” cried Clifford, joyfully; “fate is with us!”
“Begorra, we’ll be on deck yet, be the sowl av Pat Murphy!” cried Barney. “Shure, it’s a bit av luck fer us!”
Nearer drew the submarine boat. In a short while it loomed up near at hand.
Then the two lost men clambered aboard.
They were quickly in the cabin, and were fairly embraced by Pomp and Hartley.
Mutual congratulations followed, and then all was fully explained. After both stories were told, Barney cried:
“Begorra, phwat do yez think has happened to Frank Reade, Jr.?”