UNDER THE OCEAN
TO THE SOUTH POLE

By Roy Lockwood

UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE – WILL THE SHIP WORK? “Hand me that wrench, Mark,” called Professor Amos Henderson to a boy who stood near some complicated machinery over which the old man was working. The lad passed the tool over.

“Do you think the ship will work, Professor?” he asked.

“I hope so, Mark, I hope so,” muttered the scientist as he tightened some bolts on what was perhaps the strangest combination of apparatus that had ever been put together. “There is no reason why she should not, and yet—”

The old man paused. Perhaps he feared that, after all, the submarine boat on which he had labored continuously for more than a year would be a failure.

“Is there anything more I can do now?” asked Mark.

“Not right away,” replied the professor, with[2]out looking up from the work he was doing. “But I wish you and Jack would be around in about an hour. I am going to start the engine then, and I’ll need you. If you see Washington outside send him to me.”

Mark left the big room where the submarine boat had been in process of construction so long. Outside he met a boy about his own age, who was cleaning a rifle.

“How’s it going, Mark?” asked this second youth, who was rather fat, and, if one could judge by his face, of a jolly disposition.

“The professor is going to try the engine in about an hour,” replied Mark. “We must be on hand.”

“I’ll be there all right. But if there isn’t anything else to do, let’s shoot at a target. I’ll bet I can beat you.”

“Bet you can’t. Wait ’till I get my gun.”

“Now don’t yo’ boys go to disportin’ yo’seves in any disproportionable anticipation ob transposin’ dem molecules of lead in a contigious direction to yo’ humble servant!” exclaimed a colored man, coming from behind the big shed at that moment, and seeing Mark and Jack with their rifles.

“I s’pose you mean to say, Washington,” remarked Jack, “that you don’t care to be shot at. Is that it?”

“Neber said nuffin truer in all yo’ born days!” exclaimed Washington earnestly. “De infliction ob distress to de exterior portion ob—”

“The professor wants you,” interrupted Mark, cutting off the colored man’s flow of language.

“Yo’ mind what I tole yo’,” Washington muttered as he hurried into the work room.

Soon the reports of rifles indicated that the boys were trying to discover who was the best shot, a contest that waged with friendly interest for some time.

The big shed, where the submarine ship was being built, was located at a lonely spot on the coast of Maine. The nearest town was Easton, about ten miles away, and Professor Henderson had fixed on this location as one best suited to give him a chance to work secretly and unobserved on his wonderful invention.

The professor was a man about sixty-five years old, and, while of simple and kindly nature in many ways, yet, on the subjects of airships and submarines, he possessed a fund of knowledge. He was somewhat queer, as many persons may be who devote all their thoughts to one object, yet he was a man of fine character.

Sometime before this story opens, he had invented an electric airship in which he, with Mark Sampson, Jack Darrow and the colored man, Washington White, had made a trip to the frozen north.

Their adventures on that journey are told of in the first volume of this series, entitled, “Through the Air to the North Pole, or The Wonderful Cruise of the Electric Monarch.”

The two boys, Mark then being fifteen and Jack a year older, had met the professor under peculiar circumstances. They were orphans, and, after knocking about the world a bit, had chanced to meet each other. They agreed to seek together such fortune as might chance to come to them.

While in the town of Freeport, N. Y., they were driven away by a constable, who said tramps were not allowed in the village. The boys jumped on a freight train, which broke in two and ran away down the mountain, and the lads were knocked senseless in the wreck that followed.

As it chanced Professor Henderson had erected nearby a big shop, where he was building his airship. He and Washington were on hand when the wreck occurred, and they took the senseless boys to the airship shed.

Chapters I -XXX

UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE

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