He entered the vestibule and exhausted it of water. Then he removed his helmet and stepped into the cabin.
The effect was startling.
Clifford sat by a table looking over some maps. Barney was engaged in the pilot-house.
Clifford started up with a gasping cry:
“Heaven preserve us!” he shouted, “it is Frank Reade, Jr.”
Frank was wildly embraced by both.
“Be the sowl av Pat Murphy s cow, I’m happy onct more,” cried Barney, turning somersaults across the cabin.
“But—how on earth did you get here, Frank!” cried Clifford, “we had given you up.”
“I have had quite an experience,” said Frank, with a smile, “but where are the others?”
“They are in the cabin of the galleon.”