Five Thousand Miles Underground; Or, the Mystery of the Centre of the EarthRockwood, Roy
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Five Thousand Miles Underground; Or, the Mystery of the Centre of the Earth
Rockwood, Roy
Science fiction
The next night, which it seemed would never come, for the day, locked as
the captives were in their room, seemed endless, finally closed in.
Mark, Jack and the professor were anxious to know whether the mate would
pay them another visit. As for Andy, Tom and Bill, while they were
interested in the ship, and wanted to be free from the power of the
mutineers, they did not lose any sleep over it.
Shortly after midnight, there came again the peculiar knock, and the
mate entered the room. He seemed much excited over something, and, as
soon as the portal was securely closed he said to Professor Henderson:
“Is there an island any where near here where men could live for a
time?”
“What do you mean?” asked the scientist. “Do you want us to desert the
ship and leave these scoundrels in charge?”
“Nothing of the sort,” replied the mate, who, had said his name was Jack
Rodgers. “But first answer my question. A great deal may depend on it.”
Seeing Rodgers was in earnest, the professor looked over some maps and
charts, and announced that they were within a few hundred miles of a
group of islands.
“When would we reach them?” was Rodgers’ next question.
Mr. Henderson made a few rapid calculations on a piece of paper.
“At the present rate of sailing,” he said, “we should be there about ten
o’clock to-morrow. That is, provided the ship does not slacken speed or
increase it.”
“There is no danger of either of those two things happening,” said the
mate. “Tony is too afraid of the machinery to do anything to it. So you
may safely figure that our speed will continue the same.”
“Then I can guarantee, with all reasonable certainty,” the professor
said, “that about ten o’clock to-morrow we will be less than a mile from
the islands. They are a group where friendly natives live, and where
many tropical fruits abound. One could scarcely select a better place to
be shipwrecked. But I hope the plans of Tony and his friends do not
include landing us there.”
“No, nothing like that,” the mate answered. “Quite the contrary. But I
had better be going. I will try and see Mark some time to-morrow. Tony
does not mind when I speak to him.”
With this Rodgers left the captives, as he heard some of the sailors
moving about and did not want to be discovered. The professor and the
boys wondered what the mate’s plan might be, but they had to be content
to wait and see.
The night passed without incident. About nine o’clock the next morning
the mate came to the door of the room where the professor and his
friends were prisoners. He made no secret of his approach, but knocked
boldly.
“Tell Mark I want to see him,” he said, as the professor answered. “All
of you keep quiet,” he added in a whisper. “There may be good news
soon.”
Mark slipped from the room. He followed the mate to the upper deck
which, at that time was deserted as all the sailors were in the dining
room eating, which practice they indulged in as often as they could.
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