Though her knees trembled, she did not falter, but marched straight on. For was she not the granddaughter of old Kennedy—hero of a hundred battles?
CHAPTER XV
ADRIFT IN THE DEPTHS
All went well with Johnny on his undersea photographing trip until he had reached the fifteen-hundred-foot level. Then he called in his loud-speaker to Doris, who was directing the controls:
“Sorry, Doris. On that last, ten-foot shot, I made a double exposure. Hike me up a bit, will you, please?”
“O.K. Johnny,” was the answer. To the men at the hoist she said: “Up ten feet.”
“Up ten feet,” the men repeated.
Johnny waited for the rise. His floodlight was on. Some strange creatures with amazing teeth, were passing, and he snapped his camera.
“Interesting place, down here,” he thought. “Hate to stay down here all night, though.” His leg felt cramped. He tried to shift to a new position, but at last gave it up. “No sort of place for an active person,” he sighed. “Wonder why I don’t go up a bit—I’d like to get this over!”
“Hey, up there!” he called into the phone. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, Johnny,” Doris drawled. “Something’s wrong with the hoist. It won’t work. But they’ll get it fixed pretty soon, I guess!”