“This is as near as I can remember it,” he said, “but I lose much valuable detail.”
“What could have prompted us to attempt to take Parker into the scheme at all?” cried Hartley, with self anger. “I might have known that he would try to figure it all into his own coffers. What shall we do?”
“There is only one thing,” said Frank, arising.
“And that?”
“We will accept this diagram and scour every foot of the Honduras Gulf. We shall have an advantage in the submarine boat.”
“Right!” cried Clifford, in a transport of joy. “There is a solution of all! We will beat Mr. Parker at his own game! Mr. Reade, we owe all to you.”
“That is nothing,” said Frank. “I am with you body and soul! But enough! Would you not like to take a look at the Dolphin?”
“Delighted!” both cried.
“Come on, then!”
Frank led the way through high gates into an inner yard. In the center of this was a deep basin or tank of water.