"Yes, son. We have the computer results," Mr. Swift replied. "Got a pencil handy?"
Tom copied down the latitude and longitude figures as his father dictated.
"According to the latest hydrographic maps, based on IGY findings," Mr. Swift went on, "this area is a high plateau of the Atlantic Ridge—it's near the St. Paul Rocks."
"What about the depth?"
"It averages between a hundred and three hundred feet," said the elder scientist.
Tom gave a whistle. "Lucky break, eh?"
"Maybe and maybe not," Mr. Swift said cautiously. "The bottom there is heavily silted."
"Oh—oh." Tom made a wry face. "In that case, we may have some digging to do."
"I'm afraid so. However, no use borrowing trouble." After a short discussion, the elder scientist added, "I'll probably fly home tomorrow, son. Give my love to Mother and Sandy."
"Right, Dad. So long!" Tom hung up and reported the news to Bud.