“Look out, Pomp!” he cried, “they mean to sink us! Send her to the bottom again!”
“Golly, dat am jes’ wha’ I will do!” cried the darky.
He sprung to the keyboard. He swung the tank lever about. But the boat did not sink.
The darky was astounded. A shade of dismay crept across his face.
“Fo’ de lan’s sake!” he muttered. “Wha’ am de mattah? Am anyfing bruk?”
“Mercy on us!” cried Hartley; “don’t say that, Pomp! What will become of Frank and the others?”
It was a fearful reflection.
Boom!
Another shot came within an inch of taking away the bow of the submarine boat.
“They are a set of pirates and murderers!” cried Hartley angrily; “show them no mercy!”