“My soul! Can it be possible?” he muttered. “Am I buried alive?”
He remembered the explosion or shock which had flung him upon his face!
What did it mean?
Had something happened above to seal the fate of his friends as well as his own? Yet he could not imagine what that happening could be.
“I will not believe it,” he muttered. “I will wait. They will yet come to my rescue.”
Time passed slowly enough.
Yet the rescue did not come.
However, Frank did not give up hope, and fresh interest was aroused in his mind in the galleon’s gold.
“Why waste my time,” he thought, “if anything has happened they will dig me out in good time. I am not afraid of that.”
With which consoling reflection he set out to find the galleon’s gold.