“Get something to eat!” interrupted Ned. “Now, don’t get mad, Chunky, I’d like some myself; how about it, Jerry?”
“Yes, go as far as you like in the galley, Bob. I’ll eat when grub is ready, but just now I’m anxious to see how this chase is coming out.”
“Look!” cried Ned, suddenly. “I guess this ends it!”
As he spoke he pointed below. They all looked, and as they did so they saw the submarine suddenly sink. Her blunt nose seemed to poke itself beneath the waves, and in a few seconds all that showed where the strange craft had been were some bubbles and foam on the surface of the heaving sea.
“She’s gone!” cried the professor, in disappointed tones.
“I thought she’d do that,” murmured Jerry. “Well, that settles it as far as we are concerned.”
“You’re not going to give up; are you?” Professor Snodgrass wanted to know. “I simply must have a submarine to get those hermit crabs.”
“Well, it will all be a matter of luck, anyhow, finding this one again,” spoke Ned. “I guess, Professor, it will be easier for us to build you one, or buy a second-hand boat, if there are any such.”
“Anything, so as I can get to the bottom of the sea,” sighed the scientist, still looking at the place where the mysterious submarine had disappeared.