"
"I can imagine so," returned Mr. Hardley. "But I'll be thinking
of the millions in gold on the Pandora, and that will keep my
mind off being seasick."
"Let us hope so," murmured Tom.
He gave the word, they all descended, the hatch covers were
closed down, and the M. N. 1 was ready to start on a trial trip.
CHAPTER VIII
THE MUD BANK
"WHAT'S that noise?" asked Mr. Hardley.
Mr. Hardley, Tom Swift, Mr. Damon, Ned Newton, Koku, and one or
two navigating officers of the craft, were gathered in the
operating cabin of the M. N. 1.
"That's water being pumped into the tanks," explained Tom. "We
are now going down. If you'll watch the depth gauge you can note
our progress."
"Going down, are we?" remarked Mr. Hardley. "Well, it's
interesting to say the least," and he observed the gauge, which
showed them to be twenty feet under the surface.
"Bless my hydrometer, but he's got nerve for a first trip in a
submarine! He's all right, isn't he?" whispered Mr. Damon to Tom.
"Well, I'm glad to see he isn't nervous," remarked Tom, honest
enough to give his visitor credit for what was due him.
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