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Damon, "doesn't that seem a foolish thing to do?" "It's the only thing to do, I believe," was the answer. "This mud is of a peculiar sticky and holding kind. The sub's nose is in it like a peg in a hole. What I propose to do now is to enlarge the hole, and then our nose will come loose I hope." "But you haven't any right to shove our nose further in!" cried Mr. Hardley. "I won't allow it!
Please keep still!" Mr. Hardley stared at the young inventor a moment, seemed about to say something, and then changed his mind. "Hold fast, everybody!" suddenly called Tom. The next moment the M. N. 1 began behaving in a most peculiar manner. She appeared to be acting like a corkscrew.
To tell the truth Tom Swift had many important matters to consider, and, in addition, Ned Newton was prepared to go over some financial ends of the business with Tom. But the young inventor felt that, in justice to his friend Mr. Damon, who had brought Mr. Hardley, he could do no less than give the stranger a hearing. But only the introduction by Mr. Damon brought this about.
"Of course I am sure of my figures," declared Mr. Hardley. "I had them directly from the first mate, who gave them to the captain." "Well, it remains to be seen," replied Tom Swift. "We'll know in a few days." "And I hope there will be no more taking chances," went on the gold-seeker. "I don't see any sense in you people going out in diving suits to fight starfish.
"My heart action isn't what it used to be. The doctor said I mustn't strain it. At a depth not quite so great I may take a chance." "How about you, Mr. Hardley?" asked Tom. "Do you want to put on one of my portable diving suits and walk around on the bottom of the sea?" "I I don't believe I've had enough experience," was the hesitating answer. "I'll watch the others first."
"And there isn't one chance in a hundred that Hardley can get another submarine here to start the search," went on Tom. "Of course it's possible, but not very probable." "He might get an ordinary diving outfit and try," Ned suggested. "Not many ordinary divers would take a chance going down in the open sea to the depth the Pandora is supposed to lie," Tom said.
"You haven't any more at stake than the rest of us. None of us wants to be drowned, and there is only a remote possibility that we shall be. I haven't played all my cards yet. We can live on this boat for a week, if need be." "You mean under water as we are now?" asked Mr. Hardley. "Yes. I always keep the boat provisioned and with plenty of air and water for a long stay, if need be," replied Tom.
Then having quickly examined the papers, he cried: "We've struck it!" "What?" they all wanted to know. "The very thing Hardley was after. These are the missing papers in the oil-well deal the papers that prove Barton Keith has a half share in property worth many millions of dollars. It was these papers that Hardley was after.
A conning tower, rising just above the deck of the craft, gave the pilot the necessary view. "Here you are!" exclaimed Tom, as he switched out the lights in the cabin. For a moment they were in darkness, and then, with a click, steel plates, guarding heavy plate glass bull's-eyes, moved back, and Mr. Hardley for the first time looked out on an underwater scene.
"Maybe Hardley has found out he hasn't a right to search for that sunken gold after all. That would be too bad for Mr. Damon!" "Hello! Hello! Yes, this is Tom Swift. What's that? You've had an accident? Great Scott, Mary! I hope you aren't hurt." Ned overheard these words as he stood outside the temporary office, from inside which Tom Swift was telephoning.
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