"We made it!" Jon cried again as he pushed Jak's seat into erect. "Everything went off shark-y."
Jak struggled into full consciousness, then began loosening his straps. "Mother and Father?" he exclaimed. "Did they come through all right?"
7
At Jak's question, Jon started. "Haven't looked yet. Let's go see."
The two raced into the living room and into their parents' bunkroom. Mrs. Carver was just opening her eyes, and seeing the boys' anxious looks, struggled to sit up. They helped her, and Jak turned quickly to look at his father. To his relief, the latter's pulse was no weaker, and his breathing was regular.
"We got through all safely," Jon assured his mother, and she threw her arms about him and broke into tears. "Hey, no need of crying now; it's all over."
"I know." She reached down for a corner of her apron and wiped her eyes. "Just relief, I guess. Is Mr. C. all right?" she asked Jak.
"Didn't seem to hurt him a bit."
Indeed, just then there was a mutter from Mr. Carver's lips, and his eyelids fluttered open.