"Ya-as, sah, dawggone yo' alls!" bellowed Rosewater aggressively, "who am you? Das wha' we wan' ter be infummed upon."
"Hope I haven't injured you," came a pleasant voice once more, "I'm awfully sorry. But as I was coming up—
"Coming up?" exclaimed Tom, who had by this time rejoined the party on the bridge, having stopped the engine, "coming up? What do you mean?"
"Why, what I say. As I was coming up from the bottom of the lake I——"
"Say, have we collided with a floating lunatic asylum?" howled Jeff.
"Well," came back the amused voice, "folks have said I was crazy, but I guess my trial trip will show that there was some method in my madness. The submarine Huron is as complete a success as I could wish. And——"
"A submarine!" yelled Jeff. "Howling mud-turtles! We've hit a submarine!"
"I'm afraid it was I who hit you," came back the voice out of the darkness. "I find one of my top plates is dented, and——"
"Fo! de lub ob goodness! De cabin am full ob water!"
Rosewater, who had been making an investigation, came flying to the bridge.