"Mine's going twice as fast as yours is now,
though yours did start off better."
"Bless my beefsteak!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "what's this, Tom
Swift? I thought we came on a treasure-hunting expedition, and
here I find you and Ned playing some childish game! I hope you
aren't laying any wagers on it!" Mr. Damon did not approve of
gambling in any form.
"No, we aren't doing that," laughed Tom, as he dropped another
bit of cork into the ocean.
"We are trying to arrive at some valuable scientific facts, Mr. Damon."
"Scientific facts--that childish play?"
"It isn't play," said Tom, turning to remark to Ned: "I think
we've settled it. The current has a decided twist to the north."
"Yes," agreed his chum. "You were right, Tom."
"If you don't mind explaining," began Mr. Damon, "I should like
to know--"
"We're trying to determine the drift of the ocean currents in
this locality," Tom said.
"So we'll know better where to look for the Pandora," added
Ned.
"Oh, so you haven't given up the hunt, then?" asked the
eccentric man.
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