Swift's cabin.
Tom took a last look at the wreck before he gave the
starting signal. As he gazed at the bent and twisted mass of
steel that had once been a great ship, he saw something
long, black and shadowy moving around from the other side,
coming across the bows.
"There's another big shark," he observed to Captain
Weston. "They're coming back after us."
The captain did not speak. He was staring at the dark
form. Suddenly, from what seemed the pointed nose of it,
there gleamed a light, as from some great eye.
"Look at that!" cried Tom. "That's no shark!"
"If you want my opinion," remarked the sailor, "I should
say it was the other submarine--that of Berg and his
friends--the Wonder. They've managed to fix up their craft
and are after the gold."
"But they're too late!" cried Tom excitedly. "Let's tell
them so."
"No," advised the captain. "We don't want any trouble with
them."
Mr. Swift came forward to see why his son had not given
the signal to start. He was shown the other submarine, for
now that the Wonder had turned on several searchlights,
there was no doubt as to the identity of the craft.
"Let's get away unobserved if we can," he suggested. "We
have had trouble enough."
It was easy to do this, as the Advance was hidden behind
the wreck, and her lights were glowing but dimly.
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