Roy Rockwood

“ Where is Mont?"
"Unhappily," said the captain, "we could find no trace of him."
"Why did I let him go last? I ought to have had him in front of me," cried Carl angrily. "Poor Mont! he is lying at the bottom of the sea, and I shall never see him again. Never, never!"
He covered his face with his hands, and the tears trickled down his cheeks.
"I have dispatched another party to seek for him," exclaimed the captain; "I am too worn out to go with them this time. If they find the body, we may restore him to consciousness."
"There is no hope," said Carl sadly; "you are the cause of his death. ”

“ The captain was the first to speak.
"I am very sorry for the misfortune that has happened," he exclaimed; "you must not think me hard-hearted because I returned."
"But Mont will die," answered Carl; "he is lost, and does not know his way back."
"His supply of air will last another hour and a half. There is yet hope."
"What can we do?"
"I will send out a party to search for him, and I will head it myself," replied Captain Vindex.
At this generous offer Carl's heart was filled with fresh hope.
The captain gave orders for three negroes to accompany him. ”

“ Directly it sounded within the vessel, the pumps were heard at work, the water gradually lowered, and when it was all out they opened the inner door and regained the dressing-room.
It was indeed a pleasure to have the helmets removed, for they had retained them so long that they were oppressed and ill. ”