With a
hiss the Atlantic began rushing in, and in a short time the outer
door would be opened.
"If you'll come around to the observation windows you can see
them," said Tom, when a look at the indicators told him Ned and
Koku had stepped forth.
To the front cabin he and the others betook themselves, and
when the interior lights were turned out and the exterior ones
turned on they waited for a sight of the two divers.
"Bless my pickle bottle!" cried Mr. Damon, "there they are,
Tom."
As he spoke there came into view, moving slowly, Ned and Koku.
Their portable lights were glowing, and then, in order to see
them better, Tom turned out the exterior searchlights. This made
the two forms, in their rather grotesque dress, stand out in bold
relief amid the swirling green waters of the Atlantic.
Ned and the giant moved slowly, for it was impossible to
progress with any speed wader that terrific pressure. They looked
toward the submarine and waved their hands in greeting. They had
no special object on the ocean floor, except to try the new
diving dress, and it seemed to operate successfully.
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