"If only moving
pictures of this could be taken in colors, it would create a
sensation."
"Perhaps I may try that some day," said Tom with a smile. "But
just now I have something else to do. Ned, are you game for
another try in the diving dress? I want to see how it operates
with a new air tank I've fitted on. Want to try?"
"Sure I'll go out," was the ready answer. "It's nicer walking
around on this white sand than on the black mud where we saw the
whales. You can see better, too."
A little later he and one of the sailors were outside the
submarine, walking around in the diving dress, while Tom and the
others watched through the glass windows. The new air tank seemed
to be working well, for Ned, coming close to the window, signaled
that he was very comfortable.
He walked around with the sailor, breaking off bits of odd-
shaped coral to bring back to Tom. Suddenly, as those inside the
craft looked out, they saw the sailor turn from Ned's side, and
with a warning hand, point to something evidently approaching.
The next instant a queer shape seemed to envelope Ned Newton,
coming out from behind a ledge of weed-draped coral.
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