“Exactly!”
“I shall look forward eagerly to the hour when we shall enter the open sea!”
“Well, in twelve hours I shall make the attempt to do so.”
“Good!”
A short while later all had retired except Barney.
He was at the wheel.
In six hours he would be relieved by Pomp.
And while the voyagers slept the submarine boat was making rapid progress through the Arctic sea.
In six hours all were again astir.
This was as much sleep as they seemed to care for. Their position at the bottom of the ocean did not seem conducive to sleep.