“I fancy we had better first have a talk with your uncle, Bob,” replied the tall lad. “He may be able to advise us. It is all very nice to be aboard here, scooting along under the sea, but we ought to be home. Our folks will surely be worried about us, especially if any part of our wrecked motorship is picked up by some vessel. Word will go back to Cresville that we are lost.”
“And my uncle, too,” added Bob. “Probably father and mother have already given him up for lost.”
“Then we’ve got to make a bid to get back to land,” decided Ned. “Let’s look up Mr. Sheldon.”
Professor Snodgrass was so busy over some of his scientific notes that he paid little attention to the boys, and they felt they could leave him for the time being.
They found Bob’s uncle and cousin in the main cabin. Dr. Klauss, Mr. Sheldon said, had gone to the engine room, as there was some difficulty with one of the motors.
“And where are we?” asked Jerry anxiously.
“Well, we’re running along, about three hundred feet under the surface,” answered Mr. Sheldon. “I was just in the pilot house, and noted the depth gage. As for our exact location, I can’t say. Somewhere beneath the Atlantic ocean.”
“That’s a big place,” remarked Bob. “And have we been under water all night?”
“Yes.”
“The air is very fresh,” observed Ned.