“Escape!” gasped Jerry. “Why—why——”
“Hush! Here he is!” warned Grace.
It was not Dr. Klauss, however, but one of his men with a supply of dry clothing for the boys and the professor.
“I will take you to the cabins you are to occupy,” said this man, who spoke without any German accent. Jerry was glad to note this. It meant, in case of trouble, that perhaps they could count on this American to aid them. Jerry was sorely puzzled.
“You are to come with me,” the man went on, respectfully. “After you are dressed I will take your clothing to the engine room to dry. Then you will be served with a meal, Dr. Klauss says. Come.”
“Supper, eh?” cried Bob. “That sounds good, anyhow.”
“I see you haven’t gotten over your old habit,” laughed Mr. Sheldon. “Well, come back when you can, boys. We are certainly glad to see you.”
“Yes, indeed,” echoed Grace, and she looked at Jerry particularly. He understood what she meant.
“And to think that we are actually traveling under water!” marveled Ned. “About how deep are we?” he asked of the man who had brought the clothing.
“Oh, about three hundred feet, I should judge. I didn’t notice the gage as I came through the engine room. But Dr. Klauss will probably let you see for yourselves soon.”