CHAPTER II
SPOOKY WATERS
Johnny’s questions regarding the steel ball were answered the following afternoon. After his usual six hours of sleep, he was sitting on the deck when the young man they called Dave—his whole name was Dave Darnell—approached him.
“I saw you taking pictures yesterday,” Dave said with a smile.
“Yes,” Johnny answered. “Just a picture of that island. I hope you didn’t mind.”
“Not at all”, said Dave. “That looked like a rather good camera.”
“It is!” Johnny exclaimed. “None better. Of course,” he added, grinning, “it’s not mine. It was loaned to me. And there’s equipment, screens for infra-red pictures, flash bulbs, flood-lights—about everything.”
“Say—ee—” Dave exclaimed. “Looks like you’re a real find! Want to go down and try your luck at taking pictures?” He nodded toward the big steel ball.
“Down?” Johnny asked, a little blankly.
“Yes—to the place of eternal night!”
“E—eternal night!”