"
He consulted a chart, made a few calculations and then spoke.
"I shall land you at St. Thomas," answered the young inventor.
"I do not wish to bring my submarine to a place that is too
public, as too many questions may be asked. From St. Thomas you
can easily reach Porto Rico, and from there you can go anywhere
you wish."
"Very well," murmured the malcontent. "But I don't consider
that I owe you a cent, and I'm not going to pay you."
"I wouldn't take your money," Tom answered. "And don't forget
what I said--that what I find is my own."
The other answered nothing. Nor from then on did he hold much
conversation with Tom or any others in the party. He kept to
himself, and a day later he was landed, at night, at a dock, and
if he said "good-bye" or wished Tom and his friends a safe
voyage, they did not hear him.
They were steaming along on the surface the next day, and at
noon the submarine suddenly halted.
"What's on now, Tom?" asked Ned, as he saw his chum prepare to
go up on deck with some of the craft's officers.
"We're going to 'shoot the sun' again," was the answer.
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