"I will!" exclaimed the girl.

"Good!" cried Tom. "Then I'll make preparations. I don't want
to form any rash judgment, so we'll make certain; but it wouldn't
surprise me a bit to have it turn out that the Dixwell Hardley
who wants me to help him recover the Pandora treasure is the same
one who is trying to cheat Mr. Keith."

Early the next morning, when Tom arose in his own home, he met
Mr. Damon and Mr. Hardley, both of whom were guests at the Swift
house, pending the beginning of the undersea trip.

"Well, Tom," began the eccentric man, "we have good weather for
the start. Bless my rubber boots! Not that it much matters,
though, what sort of weather we have when we're in the submarine.
But I always like to start in the sunshine."

"So do I," agreed Mr. Hardley. "I suppose we'll get off early
this morning," he added.

"We'll go to the dock in the auto, as usual, shall we not?" he
asked.

"We aren't going to start this morning," said Tom, as he sat
down to breakfast.

"Not going to start this morning!" exclaimed Mr. Hardley. "Why
--why--"

"Bless my alarm clock!" voiced Mr. Damon, "has anything