recognized him. Will send news as long as I am on hand. Let me
know what you think. I want to chuck him into the scuttle-box.

"SAMUEL BLOCK."

"If that could be done," said Clewe to himself, "it would be an
end to a great many troubles."

The scuttle-box on the submarine vessel was a contrivance for
throwing things overboard. It consisted of a steel box about six
feet long and two feet square at the ends, and with a tightly
fitting door at each extremity. When this scuttle-box was used
it was run down through a square opening in the bottom of the
Dipsey, the upper door was opened, matter to be disposed of was
thrown into it, the upper door was shut and the lower one opened,
whereupon everything inside of it descended into the sea, and
water filled the box. When this box was drawn up by means of its
machinery, the water was forced out, so that when it was entirely
inside the vessel it was empty, and then the lower door was
closed. For some moments the idea suggested by Sammy was very
attractive to Clewe, and he could not help thinking that the
occasion might arise when it would be perfectly proper to carry
it into execution.

Now that he knew the import of Sammy's extraordinary
communication, he felt that it would not be right to withhold his
knowledge from Margaret. Of course it might frighten her very
much, but this was an enterprise in which people should expect to
be frightened. Full confidence and hearty assistance were what
these two now expected from each other.