Tom Swift and His Undersea Search, or, the Treasure on the Floor of the Atlantic by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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"Perilous? I don't know why you call it that!" exclaimed the
young inventor. "Didn't you tell me you were stuck in a mud bank away down under the river and had hard work to get loose?" asked the young lady, as she made a place for Tom on the sofa beside her. "Oh, that! Why, that wasn't anything!" he declared. "It would have been if you hadn't come up." "Ah, but we did come up, Mary." "Suppose you get in a similar position when you find the wreck of the Pandora? You won't get up so easily, will you?" "No. But there aren't any mud banks in that part of the Atlantic, so I can't be stuck in one," answered Tom. For some time Tom Swift and Mary talked of mutual friends and happenings in which they were both interested. Mr. and Mrs. Nestor stepped into the room for a minute, to wish the young inventor good luck on his voyage, and when they had gone out, promising to see Tom before he left for the night, the latter remarked to Mary: "Did your uncle ever find the oil-well papers and get his affairs straightened out?" "No," was the answer, "he never did. And we feel very sorry for |
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