Tom Swift quickly hurried to the
engine room.
"What are you going to do?" asked Mr. Hardley. "You ought to
do something! I'm not going to be killed down here by a whale.
You've got to do something, Swift! I've had enough of this!"
Tom did not deign an answer, but hurried on. Mr. Damon followed
him, having seen that some of the sailors were helping Ned and
Koku out of the diving suits.
"Are we in any danger, Tom?" asked the eccentric man.
"Yes; but I think it is easily remedied," was the answer.
"We'll go up to the surface. I don't believe the whales will
follow us. Or, if they do, they can't do much damage when we are
in motion. It's because we are stationary and they are moving
that the blows seem so violent. Unless they collide head on with
us, in the opposite direction to ours, we ought to be able to get
clear of them. If they persist in following us--"
He paused as he pulled over the lever that would send the M. N.
1 to the surface.
"Well, what then?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Then we'll have to use some weapon, and I have several,"
finished the young inventor.
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