one of the women.

"Never," the boatbuilder assured her.

Yet is was not long before the yard's owner pulled out his watch to look
at the dial. Eleven minutes had passed since the disappearance of the
submarine. The next time Farnum glanced at his watch the time had
lengthened to fifteen minutes. Then the time dragged by to half an hour.

David Pollard was fighting hard to conceal the nervous dread that had
seized him.

"Farnum," he found chance to whisper, at last, "something tragic has
happened to the boys, at last. What on earth can it be? Whatever it
is, we're utterly powerless to help them!"




CHAPTER VII

MISSING--A SUBMARINE AND CREW


Fifteen minutes more dragged by.

"Where's your show, Mr. Farnum?"

"Something has gone wrong, eh?"