A few hours later, with three other prisoners taken by the second band of natives attempting to flee from the rear of the castle, they were back at the Kennedy cottage. At once Johnny and Samatan prepared to leave for the Sea Nymph.
“We’ll do all in our power to find that submarine,” Johnny assured Kennedy, as he and Samatan pushed off....
But Johnny could not have known, of course that the submarine had been found....
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For a long time Doris had watched the sea bottom as the steel ball moved about in a circle that ever grew wider. So absorbed had she become that her ear-phones were forgotten. When suddenly a voice broke in on her thoughts, she jumped involuntarily.
“Hey, there! I say, there! Are you there?” came in a hoarse, anxious voice. “Listen! It’s important! Listen! Are you there?”
Doris adjusted her microphone, then answered, as her heart missed a beat. “Yes, we are here. Why?”
“Listen!” came in gutteral tones. “We are on the bottom, and we can’t get up!”
“Try the Australian crawl,” Doris laughed into her speaker. These people were good at kidding, whoever they were.
“Listen!” came in a man’s voice, hoarse and insistent—even pleading. “We are in a small submarine. We are on bottom and our pumps have failed!”