All manner of curious objects were encountered. Sometimes a huge projecting ledge of rock would be mistaken for the wreck.
And thus the search went on slowly and systematically. Results were not far distant.
CHAPTER VII.
A PARLEY.
For the rest of the night the quest was kept up. It was morning before anything worthy of note was discovered.
Then Frank in the pilot-house flashing the light into the far depths gave a sudden start.
The object which met his gaze was certainly one well worthy of attention and interest.
He saw several forms groping about at the base of a small reef. He knew at once from their shape that they were not marine animals.
“On my word!” he cried, “here’s a go!”
In a moment Clifford and Hartley were by his side.
“What is it?” cried the latter.