DATE TROUBLE
The boys exchanged looks of fear through their face masks as the knifelike hull and conning tower of the submarine loomed gray and ghostly.
Was the sub Brungarian? And what was it up to? Were the two young skin divers about to be run down or kidnaped?
Or was its crew friendly?
"Better not chance it," Tom decided fast. He caught Bud's eye again and motioned upward with a jerk of his thumb. "Topside, pal!"
"Roger!" Bud's lips shaped the word silently behind his face mask.
In a twinkling both boys flicked their density controls and zoomed upward. The sub at once seemed to betray a hostile intent. It blew its tanks and planed upward in pursuit. But Tom and Bud easily pulled away. Their density units worked like magic, shooting them straight toward the surface.
"Wow!" Bud shoved back his face mask as they broke water. "That baby was after us and no mistake!"
Tom nodded, treading water. "Let's not stick around here, either! We'll soon have company again if we do!"