He shook his spade and rushed toward the three divers. But at that moment one of them apparently became terrified and pulled on the danger line.
In an instant they were twirled upward and out of sight. The insensible ones also went.
For a moment our divers stood spellbound. Then they placed their helmets together, and Clifford shouted:
“Hurrah! a victory for us!”
“They evidently got more than they bargained for,” said Frank.
“Begorra, it’s a moighty lucky thing fer them that they went!” cried Barney. “Shure I wud soon have laid thim all out, the spalpeens!”
“They certainly were not overwell gifted with pluck,” agreed Frank. “But I am sure that we are not done with them yet!”
“So am I,” agreed Clifford; “old Parker is a literal bloodhound. He will never leave a scent.”
“Bejabers, let thim cum again if they want to!” cried Barney. “Shure, I’m in fer thryin’ to get into the buried ship again.”
“That’s right!” cried Frank. “We must not abandon that scheme. Let us be at work!”