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"Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't take a great fancy to Mr. Hardley," Tom said. "I think he's altogether too cocksure, and takes too much for granted. Still I may misjudge him. Certainly he doesn't have a chance at a million dollars every day." "Do you think you could get the treasure out of this wreck, Tom, if you could locate her?" "Why, it's possible; yes. We proved that with the Boldero."
Hunting for a treasure on the floor of the Atlantic isn't like going to some location on land, however wild or inaccessible it might be. Do you realize, Mr. Hardley, what a large difference in miles a small error in nautical calculations makes? We might go to the exact spot where you thought the wreck of the Pandora lies, only to find that we would have to hunt around a long time.
"What's that?" suddenly and nervously cried Mr. Hardley. "Have we struck something?" "Yes, the bottom of the ocean," answered Tom quietly. "We are now on the floor of the Atlantic, though several hundred miles, and perhaps a thousand, from the treasure ship. We bumped the bottom, that's all," and as he spoke he brought the submarine to a stop by a signal to the engine room.
"Let's go and see it," proposed Tom. "I've been wondering if we could get on deck." "Are we going to spend much time here?" Ned wanted to know. "Not much longer," Tom replied. "Why?" "Well, I was thinking we'd better keep on looking for the Pandora. I don't want that fellow Hardley to get the bulge on us." "Oh," laughed Tom, "he isn't likely to. But we won't take any chances.
I've told you a little about him, but it would take me all day to tell you what he really has done and " "Hold on, Mr. Damon!" laughed Tom, as he shook hands with the man whom Mr. Damon had named Dixwell Hardley. "Hold on, if you please. There's a limit to it, you know, and already you've said enough about me to "
Glad to see you both! Busy, as usual, I'll wager. Bless my check book! I never saw you when you weren't busy at some scheme or other, Tom, my boy. But I won't take up much of your time. Tom Swift, let me introduce my friend, Mr. Dixwell Hardley. Mr. Hardley, shake hands with Tom Swift, one of the youngest, and yet one of the greatest, inventors in the world!
"I'm going to start on the submarine voyage tomorrow," was the answer of the young inventor. "Do you really believe there is a treasure ship?" "Well, I've satisfied myself that a ship named the Pandora sunk about where Hardley says it did, and she had some treasure on board. Whether it's just the kind he has told me it was I don't know. But I'm going to find out."
"Are we well protected against sharks, Mr. Swift?" demanded the adventurer. "Are these sea monsters likely to break, the glass and get in at us?" "Indeed not!" laughed Tom. "There is absolutely no danger from these fish they aren't sharks, either." "Not sharks?" cried Mr. Hardley. "What are they, then?" "Horse mackerel," Tom answered. "At least that is the common name for the big fish.
Hardley how a tug had rammed the brick scow some years ago, and sunk it in the river. The submarine was now about forty-eight feet below the surface, and suddenly they all became aware that her speed had increased. "Guess he's going to give the motors a good try-out," observed Tom. "I think I'll go back to the engine room. You may remain here, if you like, and you'll probably see " A cry from Mr.
The search was kept up all night, since darkness and daylight were alike to those in the undersea craft. But when three days had passed and the Pandora had not been seen, nor any signs of her, there was a feeling of something like dismay. "Where is it?" demanded Mr. Hardley. "I don't see why we haven't found it! Where is that wreck?" and he looked sharply at Tom Swift. "Mr.
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