It required but a glance to see that they were divers. Moreover, they wore the common diving-suit, hampered with life-lines and cords. In an instant the truth burst upon Frank and Wade.
They were beyond doubt members of the crew of the Meta. Indeed, Poole himself doubtless was one of them.
Frank and Wade placed their helmets together tightly.
“By Jove!” cried the young inventor, “we’re in a scrape now!”
“You’re right, Frank. I believe one of them is Poole himself.”
“There is little doubt of it.”
“What shall we do?”
“There is no way but to face them.”
“Will it be safe? Will they not attack us?”
“It is likely; but I can see no way to evade them.”