"Land ho!"

 

"Where away?" inquired Tom quickly, for he had read that this was the proper response to make.

 

"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," decided² the inventor. "We can use some fresh water, though our distilling³ and ice apparatus⁴ does very well."

 

They made the island just at dusk, and anchored in a little lagoon⁵, 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 ashore⁶. 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

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