“He has some wonderful features embodied in that submarine, though.”
“Indeed he has. But a submarine that won’t dive isn’t much good.”
“No more use than a motor that won’t mote,” coincided Tom with alacrity.
“Have you any ideas to help him out, Jack?” he continued.
There was a far-away look in Jack’s eyes before he replied. Then came his answer:
“Yes, Tom, I have thought of something, but whether it would be practicable or not I don’t know yet.”
“Well, if you’ve thought of anything, I’ll bet you’ll manage to work it out some way,” quoth Tom with admiring conviction.
“I wish that I could be as sure of that as you, Tom,” was the rejoinder; “but hark! what’s that?” he broke off suddenly. “It seems to me that we can be of aid to Mr. Dancer right now, Tom.”
“Gracious, yes! Listen, there it goes again!”
The sound both boys referred to was a sharp cry for help coming from beyond the palings.