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
Seeing there was no further use in running the engines in an effort to
check the downward rush the machines were stopped. Then they waited for
whatever might happen.
Now that they seemed in imminent peril Washington was as cool as any
one. He went about putting his kitchen in order and getting ready for
the next meal as if they were sailing comfortably along on the surface
of the ocean. As for old Andy he was nervous and frightened, and plainly
showed it. With his gun in readiness he paced back and forth as if on
the lookout for strange beasts or birds.
Bill and Tom were so alarmed that they were of little use in doing
anything, and they were not disturbed in their staterooms where they
went when it became known that the ship was unmanageable.
The boys and the professor, while greatly frightened at the unexpected
turn of events, decided there was no use in giving way to foolish alarm.
They realized they could do nothing but await developments.
At the same time they took every precaution. They piled all the bedding
on the floor of the living room, so that the pillows and mattresses
might form a sort of pad in case the ship was dashed down on the bottom
of the big hole.
“Not that it would save us much,” Jack observed with a grim smile, “but
somehow it sort of makes your mind easier.”
All this while the ship was being sucked down at a swift pace. The
pointer of the gage, indicating the depth, kept moving around and soon
they were several hundreds of miles below the surface of the earth.
The professor tried, by means of several instruments, to discover in
which direction they were headed, and whether they were going straight
down or at an angle. But some strange influence seemed to affect the
gages and other pieces of apparatus, for the pointers and hands would
swing in all directions, at one time indicating that they were going
down, and, again, upward.
“There must be a strong current of electricity here,” Mr. Henderson
said, “or else there is, as many suspect, a powerful magnet at the
center of the earth, which we are nearing.”
“What will you do if the ship is pulled apart, or falls and is smashed?”
asked Mark with much anxiety.
“You take a cheerful view of things,” said Jack.
“Well, it’s a good thing to prepare for emergencies,” Mark added.
“If the ship was to be separated by the magnetic pull, or if it fell on
sharp rocks and was split in twain, I am afraid none of us could do
anything to save ourselves,” the professor answered. “Still, if we were
given a little warning of the disaster, I have means at hand whereby we
might escape with our lives. But it would be a perilous way of——”
“I reckon yo’ all better come out an’ have supper,” broke in Washington.
“Leastways we’ll call it supper, though I don’t rightly know whether
it’s night or mornin’. Anyhow I’ve got a meal ready.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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