"You're as badly taken in as I am. Once we get the
gold and give him his share, he can get off my boat. I'll have
nothing more to do with him!"
Not wishing to navigate in the darkness, for fear of not being
able to keep an accurate record of the course and the distance
made Tom submerged the craft when night came and let her come to
rest on the bottom of the sea. He calculated that two days later
they would be in the vicinity of the Pandora.
The night passed without incident, situated, as they were, on
the sand about three hundred feet below the surface; and after
breakfast Tom announced that they would go up and head directly
for the place where the Pandora had foundered.
The ballast tanks were emptied, the rising rudder set, and the
M. N. 1 began to ascend. She was still several fathoms from the
surface when all on board became aware of a violent pitching and
tossing motion.
"Bless my postage stamp, Tom!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "what's the
matter now?"
"Has anything gone wrong?" demanded Mr. Hardley.
"Nothing, except that we are coming up into a storm," answered
the young inventor.
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