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 hole closed?” repeated Jack.
“An earthquake shock!” murmured Mark.
“Then how are we going to get back to earth?” asked old Andy.
A terrible fear entered the hearts of the travelers. The closing of the
opening by which they had come to the strange world meant, in all
probability that they would have to spend the rest of their lives in
this underground place.
“What good did it do us to get all those diamonds and that gold?” asked
Mark in a sorrowful tone.
Hankos began to speak again, using his gestures which were almost as
eloquent as words. The professor watched and listened intently. Then
there seemed to come a more hopeful look to his face. He nodded
vigorously as Hankos went on with what seemed to be an explanation.
“It’s worth trying, at all events!” the scientist exclaimed. “It is our
only hope!”
“What is?” asked Jack.
“Friends,” began the professor in solemn tones. “I must admit our plight
is desperate. At the same time there is a bare chance of our getting
back to our own earth. As you remember, Hankos went from this place to
the upper regions through the upward spouting column of water.”
“If we had our submarine we might also,” interrupted Jack. “But the
_Mermaid_ isn’t built to sail in that fashion.”
“Nor would the _Porpoise_ have served us in this emergency,” said the
professor. “It would prove too heavy. But, nevertheless, I think I have
a plan. Now, Mark, you are about to learn the secret of the storeroom.
The real one, not the hiding of Hankos in there, which you imagined to
be the cause of my desire to keep something hidden. When we planned a
trip to this underground world I had a dim idea that we might meet with
trouble. So I planned and made a cylinder lifeboat.”
“A cylinder lifeboat?” repeated Mark.
“Yes,” replied Mr. Henderson. “I have it in the storeroom. I did not
want any of you to see it for fear you would have faint hearts. I
thought there might be no necessity of using it. But, since there is, we
must do our best. I will admit it may be a fearful ordeal, but we will
have to risk something in order to escape.
“I have in the storeroom a large cylinder, capable of holding us all. It
will also contain food and drink for a month, but we will all have to
go, packed almost like sardines in a box. My plan is to take the
_Mermaid_ to the place where the column of water shoots up. There we
will get into the cylinder, close it, and trust ourselves to the
terrible force that may bring us back to the upper world. What do you
say? Shall we attempt it?”
For a few seconds no one spoke. Then Jack said slowly:
“I don’t see that we can do anything else. I don’t want to stay here all
my life.”
“I wants a chance t’ wear some of them sparklers,” put in Washington.
“Then we will make the attempt,” the professor added. “Now all aboard
for the place where the water shoots up!”
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