Nothing of the sort happened.
Instead of this the indicator upon the dial pointed to 32—to 33—to 35 meters....
I knocked against the glass with my finger—correct—the arrow was just pointing toward thirty-six.
"Great thunder! what's up?" I cried, and reached for the chart. Everything tallied. Thirty meters were indicated at this spot and our reckoning had been most exact.
And we continued to sink deeper and deeper.
The dial was now announcing 40 meters.
This was a bit too much for me. I called down to the central and got back the comforting answer that the large manometer was also indicating a depth of over forty meters!
The two manometers agreed.
This, however, did not prevent the boat from continuing to sink.
The men in the central began to look at one another....