Frank Reade Jr.'s Submarine Boat; or, to the North Pole Under the Ice. Luis Senarens
we’se gwine to fetch him out ob it, Marse Frank!” cried Pomp, excitedly.
They took occasion now to remove their diving suits.
Then the half drowned man was put into a warm bunk, and in half an hour was able to tell his story.
He opened his eyes and looked about, somewhat dazed at his surroundings.
“W--where am I?” he muttered, in a bewildered way.
“You’re all right, my friend,” cried Frank. “You’re on board the Explorer, a submarine boat.”
“Thunder!” gasped the astonished sailor. “Did you pull me out of the water?”
“Yes.”
“But I thought I went down.”
“You did go down. We picked you up from the bottom.”
The sailor looked astonished.
He was recovering quickly. In a few moments he was able to rise.
“You don’t mean to tell me that we’re on the bottom of the ocean this minute?”
“That is true.”
A more astonished person was never seen. He went to one of the bull’s-eyes and looked out.
“Well, I’ll take my ‘davy!” he cried. “You weren’t born to be drowned, Matt Williams, and that’s sure. Who’d ever have dreamed of a thing like this?”
Then he saw the inquiring faces of his rescuers, and said:
“Well, friends, I suppose you would like my story. I will tell it to you, and you will agree it is a queer one.”
With this, Matt Williams dropped into a chair.
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