Still, he should have kept awake.
The Diver rocked in the rolling waves of the sea. The night was as dark as a pocket.
Frank would have sent the boat to the bottom again, but he soon found that he was unable to do this. The lever was out of order.
In order to locate the break he would be obliged to put hours of hard work into the task. He decided to wait for daylight.
So he put Pomp on watch and then all retired again to their slumbers. The coon was not in danger of sleeping after what had happened to Barney.
He paced the deck of the Diver and kept a close watch of the sea. It was in that interval of darkness just before the dawn that he saw a light off the port bow.
It seemed to come from the masthead of a distant vessel and was a colored light. The coon watched it.
When he saw it was drawing nearer he started to call Frank, but he changed his mind a moment later.
The unknown craft passed to windward and the light suddenly vanished and was not seen again.
Morning came and brought a surprise. The first thing Pomp’s eager eyes rested on was a dark hull off to the southward.