Motor Matt's Quest; or Three Chums in Strange Waters Read online

  CHAPTER I.

  IN THE DEPTHS.

  "Motor Matt!"

  "What is it, captain?"

  "We are in St. George's Bay, ten miles from the Port of Belize, BritishHonduras. Two days ago, while we were well out in the gulf, I openedthe letter containing the first part of my sealed orders. Those orders,as you know, sent us to Belize. Before we reach there and open theenvelope containing the rest of our orders, I think it necessary totest out the _Grampus_ thoroughly. Unless I am greatly mistaken, theinstructions yet to be read may call for work that will demand the lastounce of preparation we can give the submarine. I have stopped themotor, and we are lying motionless on the surface of the sea. The leadshows that there are two hundred and twenty-five feet of water underus. The steel shell of the _Grampus_ is warranted to stand the pressureof water at that depth. Do you follow me?"

  "Certainly, captain."

  "Now, Matt, I have been watching you for a long time, and I believethat you know more about the gasoline motor than I do, and fully asmuch about maneuvring the submarine. We are going to dive to twohundred and ten feet--the deepest submersion by far the _Grampus_ evermade. I wish you to take entire charge. If you get into difficulties,you must get out of them again, for I intend to stand by and not putin a word unless tragedy stares us in the face and you call on me foradvice."

  A thrill ran through Motor Matt. The submarine, with all hercomplicated equipment, was for a time to be under his control. Thismove of Captain Nemo, Jr.'s, perhaps, was a test for him no less thanfor the _Grampus_.

  For a brief space the young motorist bent his head thoughtfully.

  "Do you hesitate, Matt?" asked Captain Nemo, Jr.

  "Not at all, sir," was the calm answer. "I was just running over inmy mind the things necessary to be done in making such a deep dive.The pressure at two hundred and ten feet will be terrific. At thatdepth, the lid of our hatchway will be supporting a weight of more thanthirty-two tons."

  "Exactly," answered the captain, pleased with the way Matt's mind wasgoing over the work.

  "If there happened to be anything wrong with the calculations of theman who built the _Grampus_, captain, she would be smashed like an eggshell."

  "We are going to prove his calculations." The captain seated himselfon a low stool. "Gaines is at the motor, Clackett is at the submergingtanks, Speake has charge of the storage batteries and compressedair, and Cassidy is here in the periscope room with us to drive the_Grampus_ in any direction you desire."

  "Dick Ferral is with Gaines," added Matt, "and Carl Pretzel is withClackett."

  "Exactly. Every man is at his station, and some of the stations aredouble manned. Now, then, go ahead."

  Matt whirled to a speaking tube.

  "We're going to make a record dive, Clackett," he called into the tube,"and Captain Nemo, Jr., has placed me in charge----"

  "Bully for the captain!" came back the voice of Clackett, echoingweirdly distinct in the periscope room.

  "Hoop-a-la!" bubbled the exultant tones of Matt's Dutch chum. "Der kingoof der modor poys iss der poy for me."

  "Our submergence will be two hundred and ten feet," went on Matt. "Youand Carl, Clackett, will put the steel baulks in place. I'll have Dickand Gaines help you."

  Another order was called to the engine room, and presently therewere sounds, forward and aft, which indicated that the metal props,to further strengthen the steel shell, were being dropped into theirsupports.

  "Cassidy," said Matt, "see that the double doors of the hatch aresecured."

  "Aye, aye, sir," answered the mate, darting up the conning-tower ladder.

  "Speake," ordered Matt, through another tube, "see that the tensionindicators are in place."

  "Double doors of the hatch secured," reported Cassidy a moment later.

  "Pressure sponsons in place," came rattling through the tube fromClackett.

  "Tension indicators in position," announced Speake.

  "Dive at the rate of twelve yards to the minute, Clackett," orderedMatt.

  A hiss of air, escaping from the ballast tanks as the water came in,was heard. A tremor ran through the steel fabric, followed by a gentledownward motion. Matt kept his eyes on the manometric needles. Twentyyards, twenty-five, thirty, and forty were indicated. A pressure of tenpounds to the square centimeter was recorded.

  "Plates are beginning to bend, captain," called Speake.

  This was not particularly alarming, for the baulks would settle down totheir work.

  "Close the bulkhead doors, Dick!" called Matt.

  "Aye, aye, old ship!" returned Dick, and sounds indicated that theorder was immediately carried out.

  "Sixty yards," called Clackett; "sixty-five, seventy----"

  "Hold her so!" cried Matt.

  "What is the danger point in the matter of flexion, captain?" askedMatt, turning to Nemo, Jr., whose gray head was bowed forward on hishand, while his gleaming eyes regarded the cool, self-possessed youngmotorist with something like admiration.

  "Ten millimeters," was the answer.

  "We still have a margin of three millimeters and are at the depth youindicated."

  "Bravo! We are five yards from the bottom. Do a little cruising, Matt.Let us see how the _Grampus_ behaves at this depth."

  The entire shell of the submarine was under an enormous pressure.

  Matt gave the order to start the motor, and the popping of the enginesoon settled into a low hum of perfectly working cylinders. A forwardmotion was felt by those in the submarine.

  "Not many people have ever had the novel experience of navigating theocean seventy yards below the surface," remarked the captain, with aslow smile.

  "It's a wonderful thing!" exclaimed Matt. "The _Grampus_ seems equal toany task you set for her, captain."

  The air of the periscope room was being exhausted by the breathing ofMatt, Nemo, Jr., and Cassidy. Matt ordered the bulkhead doors opened,in order that fresh oxygen might be admitted from the reservoirs. Justbefore the doors were opened, Captain Nemo, Jr.'s face had suddenlypaled, and he had swayed on his seat, throwing a hand to his chest.

  "You can't stand this, captain!" exclaimed Matt, jumping to thecaptain's side. "Hadn't we better ascend?"

  The captain collected himself quickly and waved the youth away.

  "Never mind me, my lad," he answered. "I feel better, now that a littlefresh oxygen is coming in to us. Go on with your maneuvring."

  All was silent in the submarine, save for the croon of the engine,running as sweetly as any Matt had ever heard. Aside from a faintoppression in the chest and a low ringing in the ears, the _Grampus_might have been cruising on the surface, so far as her passengers couldknow.

  Cassidy was at the wheel, steering, his passive eyes on the compass.

  Matt turned away from the manometer with a remark on his lips, butbefore the words could be spoken there was a shock, and the submarineshivered and stopped dead.

  "Shiminy grickets!" whooped the voice of Carl. "Ve must haf run indovone oof der moundains in der sea."

  "Full speed astern, Gaines," cried Matt.

  The blades of the propeller revolved fiercely. The steel hull shook andtugged, but all to no purpose.

  Captain Nemo, Jr., sat quietly in his seat and never offered asuggestion. His steady eyes were on Motor Matt.

  The king of the motor boys realized that they were in a terriblepredicament. Suppose they were hopelessly entangled in the ocean'sdepths? Suppose there was no escape for them, and the shell of the_Grampus_ was to be their tomb?

  These reflections did not shake the lad's nerve. His face whitened alittle, but a resolute light gleamed in his gray eyes.

  "How are the bow plates, Speake?" he demanded through one of the tubes.

  Speake was in the torpedo room.

  "Right as a trivet!" answered Speake.

  After five minutes of violent and useless churning of the screw, Mattturned to Cassidy. The mate, grave-faced and anxious, was looking athim and waiting for orders.

  "R
ig the electric projector, Cassidy," said Matt calmly.

  "Aye, aye, sir," replied the mate.

  When the little searchlight was in position, a gleam was thrownthrough one of the forward lunettes out over the bow of the _Grampus_.Matt, feeling keenly the weight of responsibility that rested on hisshoulders, mounted the iron ladder to the conning tower and lookedthrough one of the small windows.

  To his intense astonishment he found the bottom of the sea pervadedwith a faintly luminous light, perhaps due to some phosphorescencegiven off by the marine growth. Through this glow traveled the brightergleam of the searchlight.

  The _Grampus_ was lying in a dense forest of nodding, moss-coveredstems. The _algae_ of the ocean bed, with its lianes and creepinggrowth, twisted all about the submarine, fluttering and waving in thecurrents caused by the swiftly revolving propeller.

  A gasp escaped Matt's lips, however, when he fixed his attentionforward. For a full minute he stood on the ladder, taking in the weirdand dangerous predicament of the _Grampus_.

  Then an exclamation fell from his lips, and he looked down to seeCaptain Nemo, Jr., slowly mounting to his side.

  "Look!" whispered Matt hoarsely, nodding toward the lunettes.

  The captain pressed his eyes against the thick glass and then droppedback.

  "A ship!" he exclaimed. "We have rammed an old Spanish galleon and arecaught in her rotting timbers!"

  He looked upward, his startled eyes engaging Matt's, and the twostaring at each other.