The electric globe on his helmet lit up everything in the cabin.
And in its sickening glare the scene which was enacted was enough to freeze the blood in the veins of any ordinary man.
“My soul!” he gasped, and threw up his arms.
From every corner of the cabin there rushed toward him ghastly stiffened human bodies, corpses of men who had been dead for two centuries. Could he believe his senses?
The agitation he created in the water of the pent-up cabin caused the bodies to fly toward him like steel particles toward a magnet. He put up his hands to ward them off.
In every conceivable and distorted shape were the ghastly occupants of the cabin.
There they were, hideous in death, savage-looking men, cutthroats and scoundrels of the past two centuries. But how was it that they were not dust long ago?
How was it that they had been so well preserved? Was it the action of the water, or the fact that they had for so long been closed up in that cabin?
One old fellow in a gold-laced coat and with long, flowing hair and beard came rushing toward Frank.
But even as the young inventor pushed him aside the coat crumbled and one arm dropped away.