“I’ll look after her,” volunteered Professor Snodgrass.
“All right,” assented Bob’s uncle. They knew they would hardly need Professor Snodgrass’s assistance in the coming struggle, and it was better to have someone at hand to look after Grace, in case the two German friends of Dr. Klauss should take it into their heads to render him aid in his mad project.
All this time (comparatively short, though it may seem long in the telling) the Sonderbaar was behaving in a peculiar manner. She was rolling, pitching and tossing, though she continued to sink toward the bottom of the sea on a long slant.
“What’s his game?” queried Jerry.
“We’ll have to stop it, whatever it is,” answered Ted.
They made a rush toward the pilot house, while Professor Snodgrass closed the door of the cabin containing himself and Grace.
Dr. Klauss, who was still busy manipulating the various levers before him, turned at the sound of rushing feet. A sneer showed around his cruel mouth, and he laughed.
“Ha!” he cried. “You thought you had me a prisoner! But I fooled you! Now who is master? I am going to put an end to all of you. Had you let me alone, you would, at worst, have been but captives. Now you shall all die!”
“Not if we know it!” cried Jerry, bravely.
“Rush him!” yelled Ned, and tragic as the situation was, he could not, for the life of him, help thinking that it was like an impending scrimmage on the football field.