“Good!”
The Dolphin sprung up out of the deep sea. All was daylight and the sun was well up toward the meridian.
A vessel lay to not one hundred yards distant. There were a group of men leaning over her rail and apparently hauling up something on lines.
These, of course, were the divers. A moment later they were pulled safely over the rail.
Frank instantly sailed nearer the Aurelian, for she it was, and made signals.
In response a man appeared in the shrouds. He was at once recognized. It was Gilbert Parker.
“There is the old chap himself!” cried Cecil.
“Let us see what he has to say,” said Frank, as he stepped out on the deck.
It was but a moment’s work to answer the hail of Parker. The latter’s words were pitched in a snarling key.
“What do you want?”