"Are there any wrecks around here?" he asked Tom.
"Possibly," was the answer. "Though they do not contain any
treasure, I imagine--brick schooners or cargo boats would be
about all."
The submarine went deeper, plowing her way through the Atlantic
at a depth of more than three hundred and fifty feet, for Tom
wanted to subject her to a good test.
Suddenly Mr. Hardley, who was now alone at the window on the
port side, uttered a cry of alarm.
"Look! Look!" he fairly shouted. "We're surrounded by a school
of sharks! What monsters! Are we in danger?"
CHAPTER XIII
THE SEA MONSTER
Tom Swift, who had been making readings of the various gauges,
taking notes for future use, and otherwise busying himself about
the navigation of his reconstructed craft, turned quickly from
the instrument board at the cry from Mr. Hardley. The gold-
seeker, with a look of terror on his face, had recoiled from the
observation windows.
"Bless my hat band!" cried Mr. Damon. "Look, Tom!"
They all turned their attention to the glass, and through the
plates could be seen a school of giant fishes that seemed to be
swimming in front of the submarine, keeping pace with it as
though waiting for a chance to enter.
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