“Yes, that can be done. But——”
“Then it is all right,” interrupted Professor Snodgrass, with a sigh of contentment. “I shall be able to get my hermit crabs, and when I do, and write a monograph on them I shall, in it, acknowledge my indebtedness to you, my dear Dr. Klauss.”
“Humph!” exclaimed the crusty German, and he did not seem any too well pleased with the intended honor.
“Then you can’t stand by the wreck of our craft until morning?” asked Jerry, with a last hope. “I don’t mean to save her, but merely to allow us to get off some of our possessions.”
“I am sorry to say I cannot,” was the answer. “I should be on my way now. I merely came to the surface to replenish my air supply. That will be completed in a few minutes, and then we will go below.”
“Under the ocean?” queried Bob, with a gasp.
“Certainly under the ocean. Are you afraid?”
“No—no. Only it’s our first experience.”
“Not that we mind,” put in Ned. “We were going to take up submarine traveling next, anyhow.”