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While father and son were deep in a discussion of the apparatus of the submarine, there will be an opportunity to make the reader a little better acquainted with them. Those of you who have read the previous volumes of this series do not need to be told who Tom Swift is. Others, however, may be glad to have a proper introduction to him.
Tom Swift lived with his father, Barton Swift, in the village of Shopton, New York. The Swift home was on the outskirts of the town, and the large house was surrounded by a number of machine shops, in which father and son, aided by Garret Jackson, the engineer, did their experimental and constructive work. Their house was not far from Lake Carlopa, a fairly large body of water, on which Tom often speeded his motor-boat.
In the first volume of this series, entitled "Tom Swift and His Motor-Cycle," it was told how he became acquainted with Mr. Wakefield Damon, who suffered an accident while riding one of the speedy machines. The accident disgus
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“Dead ahead,” answered the sailor with a smile. “Shall we make for it, if I may be allowed the question?”
“What land is it likely to be?” Mr. Swift wanted to know.
“Oh, some small tropical island,” replied the seafaring man. “It isn’t down on the charts. Probably it’s too small to note. I should say it was a coral island, but we may be able to find a Spring of fresh water there, and some fruit.”
“Then we’ll land there,” decided the inventor. “We can use some fresh water, though our distilling and ice apparatus does very well.”
They made the island just at dusk, and anchored in a little lagoon, where there was a good depth of water.
“Now for shore!” cried Tom, as the submarine swung around on the chain. “It looks like a fine place. I hope there are cocoanuts and oranges here. Shall I get out the electric launch, dad?”
“Yes, you may, and we’ll all go ashore. It will do us good to stretch our legs a bit.”
Carried in a sort of pocket on the deck of the submarine was a small electric boat, capable of holding six. It could be slid from the pocket, or depression, into the water without the use of davits, and, with Mr. Sharp to aid him, Tom soon had the little craft afloat. The batteries were already charged, and just as the sun was going down the gold-seekers entered the launch and were soon on shore.
They found a good spring of water close at hand, and Tom’s wish regarding the cocoanuts was realized, though there were no oranges. The lad took several of the delicious nuts, and breaking them open poured the milk into a collapsible cup he carried, drinking it eagerly. The others followed his example, and pronounced it the best beverage they had tasted in a long time.
The island was a typical tropical one, not very large, and it did not appear to have been often visited by man. There were no animals to be seen, but myriads of birds flew here and there amid the trees, the trailing vines and streamers of moss.
“Let’s spend a day here to-morrow and explore it,” proposed Tom, and his father nodded an assent. They went back to the submarine as night was beginning to gather, and in the cabin, after supper, talked over the happenings of their trip so far.
“Do you think we’ll have any trouble getting the gold out of the wrecked vessel?” asked Tom of Captain Weston, after a pause.
“Well, it’s hard to say. I couldn’t learn just how the wreck lays, whether it’s on a sandy or a rocky bottom. If the latter, it won’t be so hard, but if the sand has worked in and partly covered it, we’ll have some difficulties, if I may be permitted to say so. However, don’t borrow trouble. We’re not there yet, though at the rate we’re traveling it won’t be long before we arrive.”
No watch was set that night, as it was not considered necessary. Tom was the first to arise in the morning, and he went out on the deck for a breath of fresh air before breakfast.
He looked off at the beautiful little island, and as his eye took in all of the little lagoon where the submarine was anchored he uttered a startled cry.
And well he might, for, not a hundred yards away, and nearer to the island than was the Advance, floated another craft—another craft, almost similar in shape and size to the one built by the Swifts. Tom rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing double. No, there could be no mistake about it. There was another submarine at the tropical island.
As he looked, some one emerged from the conning tower of the second craft. The figure seemed strangely familiar. Tom knew in a moment who it was—Addison Berg. The agent saw the lad, too, and taking off his cap and making a mocking bow, he called out:
“Good morning! Have you got the gold yet?”
Tom did not know what to answer. Seeing the other submarine, at an island where he had supposed they would not be disturbed, was disconcerting enough, but to be greeted by Berg was altogether too much, Tom thought. His fears that the rival boat builders would follow had not been without foundation.
“Rather surprised to see us, aren’t you?” went on Mr. Berg, smiling.
“Rather,” admitted Tom, choking over the word.
“Thought you’d be,” continued Berg. “We didn’t expect to meet you so soon, but we’re glad we did. I don’t altogether like hunting for sunken treasure, with such indefinite directions as I have.”
“You—are going to—” stammered Tom, and then he concluded it would be best not to say anything. But his talk had been heard inside the submarine. His father came to the foot of the conning tower stairway.
“To whom are you speaking, Tom?” he asked.
“They’re here, dad,” was the youth’s answer.
“Here? Who are here?”
“Berg and his employers. They’ve followed us, dad.”
Mr. Swift hurried up on deck. He was accompanied by Captain Weston. At the sight of Tom’s father, Mr. Berg, who had been joined by’ two other men, called out:
“You see we also concluded to give up the trial for the Government prize, Mr. Swift. We decided there was more money in something else. But we still will have a good chance to try the merits of our respective boats. We hurried and got ours fitted up almost as soon as you did yours, and I think we have the better craft.”
“I don’t care to enter into any competition with you,” said Mr. Swift coldly.
“Ah, but I’m afraid you’ll have to, whether you want to or not,” was the insolent reply.
“What’s that? Do you mean to force this matter upon me?”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to—my employers and I, that is. You see, we managed to pick up your trail after you left the Jersey coast, having an idea where you were bound, and we don’t intend to lose you now.”
“Do you mean to follow us?” asked Captain Weston softly.
“Well, you can put it that way if you like,” answered one of the two men with Mr. Berg.
“I forbid it!” cried Mr. Swift hotly. “You have no right to sneak after us.”
“I guess the ocean is free,” continued the rascally agent.
“Why do you persist in keeping after us?” inquired the aged inventor, thinking it well to ascertain, if possible, just how much the men knew.
“Because we’re after that treasure as well as you,” was the bold reply. “You have no exclusive right to it. The sunken ship is awaiting the first comer, and whoever gets there first can take the gold from the wreck. We intend to be there first, but we’ll be fair with you.”
“Fair? What do you mean?” demanded Tom.
“This: We’ll race you for it. The first one to arrive will have the right to search the wreck for the gold bullion. Is that fair? Do you agree to it?”
“We agree to nothing with you,” interrupted Captain Weston, his usual diffident manner all gone. “I happen to be in partial command of this craft, and I warn you that if I find you interfering with us it won’t be healthy for you. I’m not fond of fighting, but when I begin I don’t like to stop,” and he smiled grimly. “You’d better not follow us.”
“We’ll do as we please,” shouted the third member of the trio on the deck of the other boat, which, as Tom could see, was named the Wonder. “We intend to get that gold if we can.”
“All right. I’ve warned you,” went on the sailor, and then, motioning to Tom and his father to follow, he went below.
“Well, what’s to be done?” asked Mr. Swift when they were seated in the living-room, and had informed the others of the presence of the rival submarine.
“The only thing I see to do is to sneak away unobserved, go as deep as possible, and make all haste for the wreck,” advised the captain. “They will depend on us, for they have evidently no chart of the wreck, though of course the general location of it may be known to them from reading the papers. I hoped I had thrown them off the track by the false chart I dropped, but it seems they were too smart for us.”
“Have they a right to follow us?” asked Tom.
“Legally, but not morally. We can’t prevent them, I’m afraid. The only thing to do is to get there ahead of them. It will be a race for the sunken treasure, and we must get there first.”
“What do you propose doing, captain?” asked Mr. Damon. “Bless my shirt-studs, but can’t we pull their ship up on the island and leave it there?”
“I’m afraid such high-handed proceedings would hardly answer,” replied Mr. Swift. “No, as Captain Weston says, we must get there ahead of them. What do you think will be the best scheme, captain?”
“Well, there’s no need for us to forego our plan to get fresh water. Suppose we go to the island, that is, some of us, leaving a guard on board here. We’ll fill our tanks with fresh water, and at night we’ll quietly sink below the surface and speed away.”
They all voted that an excellent idea, and little time was lost putting it into operation.
All the remainder of that day not a sign of life was visible about the Wonder. She lay inert on the surface of the lagoon, not far away from the Advance; but, though no one showed himself on the deck, Tom and his friends had no doubt but that their enemies were closely watching them.
As dusk settled down over The tropical sea, and as the shadows of the trees on the little island lengthened, those on board the Advance closed the Conning tower. No lights were turned on, as they did not want their movements to be seen, but Tom, his father and Mr. Sharp took their positions near the various machines and apparatus, ready to open the tanks and let the submarine sink to the bottom, as soon as it was possible to do this unobserved.
“Luckily there’s no moon,” remarked Captain Weston, as he took his place beside Tom. “Once below the surface and we can defy them to find us. It is odd how they traced us, but I suppose that steamer gave them the clue.”
It rapidly grew dark, as it always does in the tropics, and when a cautious observation from the conning tower did not disclose the outlines of the other boat, those aboard the Advance rightly concluded that their rivals were unable to see them.
“Send her down, Tom,” called his father, and with a hiss the water entered the tanks. The submarine quickly sank below the surface, aided by the deflecting rudder.
But alas for the hopes of the gold-seekers. No sooner was she completely submerged, with the engine started so as to send her out of the lagoon and to the open sea, than the waters all about were made brilliant by the phosphorescent phenomenon. In southern waters this frequently occurs. Millions of tiny creatures, which, it is said, swarm in the warm currents, give an appearance of fire to the ocean, and any object moving through it can plainly be seen. It was so with the Advance. The motion she made in shooting forward, and the undulations caused by her submersion, seemed to start into activity the dormant phosphorus, and the submarine was afloat in a sea of fire.
“Quick!” cried Tom. “Speed her up! Maybe we can get out of this patch
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