“Sure. The news will break mother and dad all up, I’m afraid. My uncle was mother’s brother, you know.”
“Well, maybe there’ll be better news in the morning,” said Jerry. “Even if the Hassen sank, some other steamship may have picked up the passengers.”
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see,” said Bob. “What’s that?” he exclaimed, as the sound of a fall came from the next room.
Jerry rushed out, to return a moment later smiling, and remarked:
“You might have known. It was Professor Snodgrass. He was after some sort of a bug on the library wall, and stumbled over a chair. Mother says he started out with her on the rescue work, but every once in a while he’d see something he wanted as a specimen, and he’d stop to get it. Finally she went on without him.”
“Well, I’m glad this day is over,” said Ned. “It’s been a hard one!”
“That’s right,” agreed Bob. “Say,” he went on, “have you fellows thought any more about that submarine trip the professor wants to take?”
“I haven’t,” confessed Jerry. “There hasn’t been time.”
“I don’t see how we’re going to do it,” spoke Ned. “A submarine boat is quite a big proposition. It isn’t like building an aeroplane.”