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"Bless my pocket comb! But I told you it would come out all right, if we left it to Tom!" declared Mr. Damon. "But it hasn't come out yet," remarked the pessimistic scientist. "The steamer may arrive too late." "You're a cheerful sort of fellow to take on a yachting trip," murmured Mr. Hosbrook, sarcastically. "I'll never invite you again, even if you are a great scientist."
There was much disappointment over this, and Mr. Damon was observed to be closely examining the food supply, but hope was too strong to be easily shattered now. Mr. Parker went off alone, to make some further "observations" as he called them, but Mr. Hosbrook warned him never again to speak of his alarming theories. Mr. Barcoe Jenks called Tom aside just before supper that evening.
"No, don't waste any more power or energy than is needed," suggested Mr. Hosbrook. "You may need the gasolene before we are rescued. They are on their way, and that is enough for now." The others agreed with this, and so Tom, after a final message to the operator aboard the CAMBARANIAN stating that he would call him up in the morning, shut down the motor. Mr.
Just pretend that we're not hungry, but take only a quarter, or at most, not more than a half of what we have been in the habit of taking. There is plenty of water, thank goodness, and we may be able to live until help comes." "Then shall we build the raft?" asked Mr. Hosbrook. It was decided that this would be a good plan, and they started it that same day.
Hosbrook and the others glared at him, but he seemed to take delight in his prediction. Suddenly the wireless instruments hummed. "Another message," whispered Tom. He listened. There was little more sleep for any one that night. They sat up, talking over the wonderful and unexpected outcome of Tom Swift's wireless message, and speculating as to when the steamer would get there.
Saved!" cried Mrs. Nestor, sinking to her knees even in the water. "It came just in time!" murmured Mr. Hosbrook. "Now I can make my diamonds," whispered Mr. Jenks to Tom. "Push off! Push off!" cried Mr. Parker. "The island will sink, soon!" "I think we will be safer on the island than on the raft," declared Captain Mentor. "We had better land again."
Fenwick, as they stood looking toward where part of the island had vanished. "The shock expended itself on tearing that mass of rock and earth away." "Let us hope so," added Mr. Hosbrook, solemnly. "Oh, if we could only get away from this terrible place! We must hoist a signal of distress, even if we are out of the track of regular vessels. Some ship, blown out of her course may see it.
"I haven't much hope of sighting anything," the captain said. "I know we are off the track of the regular liners, and our only chance would be that some tramp steamer, or some ship blown off her course, would see our signal. I tell you, friends, we're in a bad way." "If money was any object ," began Mr. Jenks. "What good would money be?" demanded Mr. Hosbrook.
Don't speak of pay, I beg of you." "Ah er, if Mr. Hosbrook has no money, perhaps I can offer an equivalent," broke in the man who had been introduced as Barcoe Jenks. "I have er some securities " He stopped and looked about indefinitely, as though he did not know exactly what to say, and he was fumbling at a belt about his waist; a belt that might contain treasure.
Then I will follow that by giving our position in the ocean, as nearly as Captain Mentor can figure it out. I will repeat this call at intervals until we get help " "Or until the island sinks," added the scientist, grimly. "Here! Don't mention that any more," ordered Mr. Hosbrook. "It's getting on my nerves! We may be rescued before that awful calamity overtakes us." "I don't believe so," was Mr.
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