Hardley at the
submarine dock the next morning. Everything had been made ready
for the start, postponed from the day before. Mr. Hardley's
estimated share of the expenses had been deposited in a bank, to
be paid over later.
"Well, are we really going this time, or are you going to delay
again?" asked the gold seeker, and his voice lacked a pleasant
tone.
"Oh, were going this time!" exclaimed Tom. "And I hope
everything turns out the way I want it to," he added meaningly.
"We'll find the treasure on the ship all right, if we can find
the ship," said Mr. Hardley. "That part is your job, Mr. Swift."
"And I'll find her if she's where you say she went down,"
answered Tom. "Now then, as soon as Ned comes we'll start."
Ned Newton had been intrusted with some last-moment messages,
but he arrived a little later, and hurried on board the M. N. 1
which lay at her dock, just afloat.
"All aboard!" called Tom, when he saw his financial manager
coming down the pier. "We're ready to start now."
"Bless my fountain pen!" exclaimed Mr.
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