"
The four were soon in the forward compartment of the craft. She
could be directed and steered from here when occasion arose, but
now Tom was letting his navigator direct the craft from the
controls in the main engine room. A conning tower, rising just
above the deck of the craft, gave the pilot the necessary view.
"Here you are!" exclaimed Tom, as he switched out the lights in
the cabin. For a moment they were in darkness, and then, with a
click, steel plates, guarding heavy plate glass bull's-eyes,
moved back, and Mr. Hardley for the first time looked out on an
underwater scene. He saw the murky waters of river down which
they were proceeding to the bay moving past the glass windows.
Now and then a fish swam up, looking in, and, with a swirl of its
tail, shot away again, apparently frightened well-nigh to death.
"Bless my shoe laces, Tom!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "this isn't a
marker compared to some of the sights we've seen, is it?"
"I can imagine not," said Mr. Hardley. "But it is interesting.
I shall be anticipating more wonderful sights.
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