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Tom Swift And His Submarine Boat
or Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure
by Victor Appleton

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Chapter Eight

Another Treasure Expedition

While Tom and Mr. Damon continued on to Atlantis after the

oil, the young inventor lamenting from time to time that his

remarks about the real destination of the Advance had been

overheard by Mr. Berg, the latter and his companion were

hastening back along the path that ran on one side of the

sand dunes.

"What's your hurry?" asked Mr. Maxwell, who was with the

submarine agent. "You turned around as if you were shot when

you saw that man and the lad. There didn't appear to be any

cause for such a hurry. From what I could hear they were

talking about a submarine. You're in the same business. You

might be friends."

"Yes, we might," admitted Mr. Berg with a peculiar smile;

"but, unless I'm very much mistaken, we're going to be


"Rivals? What do you mean?"

"I can't tell you now. Perhaps I may later. But if you

don't mind, walk a little faster, please. I want to get to a

long-distance telephone."

"What for?"

"I have just overheard something that I wish to

communicate to my employers, Bentley & Eagert."

"Overheard something? I don't see what it could be, unless

that lad--"

"You'll learn in good time," went on the submarine agent.

"But I must telephone at once."

A little later the two men had reached a trolley line that

ran into Atlantis, and they arrived at the city before Mr.

Damon and Tom got there, as the latter had to go by a

circuitous route. Mr. Berg lost no time in calling up his

firm by telephone.

"I have had another talk with Mr. Swift," he reported to

Mr. Bentley, who came to the instrument in Philadelphia.

"Well, what does he say?" was the impatient question. "I

can't understand his not wanting to try for the Government

prize. It is astonishing. You said you were going to

discover the reason, Mn Berg, but you haven't done so."

"I have."

"What is it?"

"Well, the reason Mr. Swift and his son don't care to try

for the fifty thousand dollar prize is that they are after

one of three hundred thousand dollars."

"Three hundred thousand dollars!" cried Mr, Bentley. "What

government is going to offer such a prize as that for

submarines, when they are getting almost as common as

airships? We ought to have a try for that ourselves. What

government is it?"

"No government at all. But I think we ought to have a try

for it, Mr. Bentley."


"Well, I have just learned, most accidentally, that the

Swifts are going after sunken treasure--three hundred

thousand dollars in gold bullion."

"Sunken treasure? Where?

"I don't know exactly, but off the coast of Uruguay," and

Mr. Berg rapidly related what he had overheard Tom tell Mr.

Damon. Mr. Bentley was much excited and impatient for more

details, but his agent could not give them to him.

"Well," concluded the senior member of the firm of

submarine boat builders, "if the Swifts are going after

treasure, so can we. Come to Philadelphia at once, Mr. Berg,

and we'll talk this matter over. There is no time to lose.

We can afford to forego the Government prize for the chance

of getting a much larger one. We have as much right to

search for the sunken gold as the Swifts have. Come here at

once, and we will make our plans."

"All right," agreed the agent with a smile as he hung up

the receiver. "I guess," he murmured to himself, "that you

won't be so high and mighty with me after this, Tom Swift.

We'll see who has the best boat, after all. We'll have a

contest and a competition, but not for a government prize.

It will be for the sunken gold."

It was easy to see that Mr. Berg was much pleased with


Meanwhile, Tom and Mr. Damon had reached Atlantis, and had

purchased the oil. They started back, but Tom took a street

leading toward the center of the place, instead of striking

for the beach path, along which they had come.

"Where are you going?" asked Mr. Damon.

"I want to see if that Andy Foger has come back here,"

replied the lad, and he told of having been shut in the tank

by the bully.

"I've never properly punished him for that trick," he went

on, "though we did manage to burst his auto tires. I'm

curious to know how he knew enough to turn that gear and

shut the tank door. He must have been loitering near the

shop, seen me go in the submarine alone, watched his chance

and sneaked in after me. But I'd like to get a complete

explanation, and if I once got hold of Andy I could make him

talk," and Tom clenched his fist in a manner that augured no

good for the squint-eyed lad. "He was stopping at the same

hotel with Mr. Berg, and be hurried away after the trick he

played on me. I next saw him in Shopton, but I thought

perhaps he might have come back here. I'm going to inquire

at the hotel," he added.

Andy's name was not on the register since his hasty

flight, however, and Tom, after inquiring from the clerk and

learning that Mr. Berg was still a guest at the hostelry,

rejoined Mr. Damon.

"Bless my hat!" exclaimed that eccentric individual as

they started back to the lonely beach where the submarine

was awaiting her advent into the water. "The more I think

of the trip I'm going to take, the more I like it."

"I hope you will," remarked Tom. "It will be a new

experience for all of us. There's only one thing worrying

me, and that is about Mr. Berg having overheard what I


"Oh, don't worry about that. Can't we slip away and leave

no trace in the water?"

"I hope so, but I must tell dad and Mr. Sharp about what


The aged inventor was not a little alarmed at what his son

related, but he agreed with Mr. Damon, whom he heartily

welcomed, that little was to be apprehended from Berg and

his employers.

"They know we're after a sunken wreck, but that's all they

do know," said Tom's father. "We are only waiting for the

arrival of Captain Alden Weston, and then we will go. Even

if Bentley & Eagert make a try for the treasure we'll have

the start of them, and this will be a case of first come,

first served. Don't worry, Tom. I'm glad you're going, Mn

Damon. Come, I will show you our submarine."

As father and son, with their guest, were going to the

machine shop, Mr. Sharp met them. He had a letter in his


"Good news!" the balloonist cried. "Captain Weston will be

with us to-morrow. He will arrive at the Beach Hotel in

Atlantis, and wants one of us to meet him there. He has

considerable information about the wreck."

"The Beach Hotel," murmured Tom. "That is where Mr. Berg

is stopping. I hope he doesn't worm any of our secret from

Captain Weston," and it was with a feeling of uneasiness

that the young inventor continued after his father and Mr.

Damon to where the submarine was.



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