From one spot to another they wandered. But each grew less familiar and the more strongly impressed the fact upon them that they were lost.
Hundreds of fathoms from the surface in very mid-ocean. What an awful reflection.
It held the two men aghast. Nothing but despair and death hung over them like a grim pall.
Meanwhile what of the Dolphin and Pomp and Hartley?
At the moment that the torpedo exploded Pomp was adjusting the searchlight, and Hartley was watching the operations of his friends in digging for the galleon.
“They have found it, Pomp!” he cried; “and Frank has gone down into it.”
“Golly! I done hope nuffin happen to him down dere!” cried the coon. “I’se drefful afeared ob gittin’ in some place laike dat whar yo’ never kin git out!”
“I share your fears, Pomp,” said Hartley. “Yet we must admit that Frank knows his business well.”
“Fo’ suah, sah!”
The words were barely out of Pomp’s lips when he saw a distant object come sliding down through the water.