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The latter was perfectly willing to supply all needful proofs, even though some were difficult, because of the nature of the voyage of the treasure craft. As a filibuster she was not trading openly. "Here are all the records," said Mr. Hardley to Tom one day, when the young inventor, Ned, and Mr. Damon were gathered in Tom's office. "You may satisfy yourself." And, with Ned's help, Tom did.
We've rammed a sand bank, or stuck her nose into the bottom in some shallow place, I'm afraid. We can't go ahead or back up." "Do you mean we're stuck, as we were in the mud bank?" asked Mr. Hardley. "Yes," answered Tom, and Earle nodded to confirm that version of it. "But we'll get out!" declared Tom. "This is only a slight accident.
But the eccentric man could think of nothing adequate to bless under the circumstances, and he subsided with a murmur. "Excuse me for interrupting you," he said to his new friend. "But I just couldn't help it." "That's all right," Mr. Hardley remarked, with a smile that showed two rows of very even, white teeth. "I don't blame you for getting excited. Does that interest you?" he asked Tom.
Tom's affairs were put in shape, the submarine was laden with stores and provisions, the new diving bell and other wonderful apparatus were put aboard, and the crew and officers picked. Ned, Mr. Damon, Koku, and Tom were, of course, together, and though Mr. Hardley was a stranger, he seemed to become more friendly as the days passed. "Well, we start in the morning," said Tom to Ned one evening.
"Do you think Hardley knew that the gold had been changed to iron that is, all but a small part of it?" "No, I don't believe he did," Tom answered. "If he were here I'd warrant he would be as much surprised as we are. He certainly believed the Pandora was a regular treasure-ship." "Just how much did she really have in gold?" asked Mr.
"We're surrounded by a school of sharks! What monsters! Are we in danger?" Tom Swift, who had been making readings of the various gauges, taking notes for future use, and otherwise busying himself about the navigation of his reconstructed craft, turned quickly from the instrument board at the cry from Mr. Hardley.
"Father hasn't been feeling well, of late," he said to the assembled company, "and I told him to go to lie down. But he's hard to manage, and he won't rest more than ten minutes at a time. My father, I might explain, Mr. Hardley," Tom went on, "is actively associated with me in business." "So I have understood," said the man who had been introduced by Mr. Damon.
Several fruitless days followed, and though a careful search was made in the vicinity of the true location given by Mr. Hardley, nothing was discovered. "How long will you keep at it before you give up?" asked Ned one evening, as they went aloft to replenish the air tanks and charge the batteries. "Oh, another week, anyhow. I have a new theory, Ned." "What's that?" "Ocean currents.
After all, the value of the oil well property was more than the gold the Pandora was reputed to have carried. No attempt was made to take from Tom the comparatively small amount he had salvaged. Perhaps whoever had put it on board did not want to admit the trick that had been played in filling the boxes with iron disks. Dixwell Hardley made no further trouble.
Hardley appeared dazed, and then, as the submarine was again moving through the water, seemingly none the worse for the accident, the gold seeker approached Tom Swift. "I want to apologize, Mr. Swift, for my actions and words," said Mr. Hardley frankly. "I admit that I lost my head. But it's my first trip in a submarine." "I realize that," said Tom, equally frank, "and we'll forget all about it.
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