“How he will swear!” he said. “He will be as mad as a hornet.”
“But he will not be able to injure us,” said Frank, “for, thanks to your skillful diplomacy, the Diver is all right once more.”
Frank went into the gangway and handed the letter to the coxswain.
“This is for your captain,” he said; “deliver it to him immediately.”
“All right, sir.”
The boat shot away. When it was twenty yards distant Frank cried:
“Into the cabin, everybody! We’re going down!”
The order was obeyed. The doors and Windows were closed instantly.
Then Frank touched the tank-valve. There was a sudden quivering of the boat, and down she went like a flash.
Poole, standing on his schooner’s deck, was astounded.