“There is no doubt but that he has gone to Honduras to recover the treasure,” he said, “but we will beat him at that game.”
“Good!” cried Hartley and Clifford in chorus. “We knew what your sentiments would be, Mr. Reade.”
“Well, that is just what they are,” said the young inventor resolutely. “We will make trouble for Mr. Parker. He is entitled to no part of the Veneta’s treasure nor shall he have it.”
The Dolphin was in apple-pie order and ready for the start. A few hours later all were aboard.
We will not dwell upon the leave-taking of Readestown. A large crowd wished the submarine navigators God-speed.
The Dolphin a few days later sailed the waters of the Gulf, and was rapidly on her way to Honduras.
Thus far she had sailed most of the distance on the surface. Now, however, Frank decided to proceed the rest of the way under the water.
So he pressed the valve which filled the reservoir, and the boat at once began to sink.
Down she settled gracefully beneath the waves.
In spite of themselves the voyagers could not help but feel a curious thrill as they went below the surface, and knew that they were going to the bottom of the sea.