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 food supply consisted of compressed capsules on which a man could
subsist for several days. There was also some water, but not much, since
that can not be compressed and would, therefore, take considerable room.
“The only thing for us to do,” said the professor, “is to get into the
cylinder, seal it up, and trust to Providence. This is what I intended
to use when we were caught in the draught.”
“How can we get into the column of water after we shut ourselves into
the cylinder?” asked Mark.
“The cylinder fits into a sort of improvised cannon,” said Mr.
Henderson. “It is fired by electricity and compressed air. We will aim
it at the column, press the button and be projected into the midst of
the water. Then——” He did not finish the sentence, but the others knew
what he meant.
“When are we to start?” asked Mark.
“As soon as possible,” replied the professor. “I must arrange the
cylinder, compress the air and lay out the food supply.”
It took the rest of the day to do this, as the inventor found it would
be advisable to attach a weight to the end of the cylinder, to hold it
upright in the column of water. The weight could be detached
automatically when they were shot up into the midst of the ocean, where,
as Hankos had told them, the column spurted forth.
Then some food was stored in the tiny ship that was destined to be their
last hope, and some tanks of water were placed in it.
“I think we are almost ready,” Mr. Henderson said about noon the next
day.
“What about our gold and diamonds?” asked Jack suddenly. “Can we take
them with us in the cylinder?”
“That’s so!” exclaimed Mr. Henderson. “I forgot about them. I’m afraid
we’ll have to leave the riches behind. We will not be able to carry them
and the food we need, for it may be a week or more before we can leave
the cylinder. Gold and diamonds will be a poor substitute for something
to eat.”
“I’m goin’ t’ take mine!” said Washington with much conviction. “I might
as well starve rich as starve poor!”
“We may be able to take a few diamonds,” the professor answered. “The
gold will be too heavy. Let each one select the largest of the diamonds
he has and put them in his pockets.”
Then began a sorting of the wealth. It was strange, as they recalled
afterward, throwing away riches that would have made millionaires
envious, but it had to be done. All the wealth in the world would not
equal a beef capsule when they were starving, and they realized it. So
they only saved a few pieces of gold as souvenirs, and took the best of
the diamonds. But even then they had a vast fortune with them.
At last all was in readiness. The cylinder had been placed in the tube
from which it was to be shot gently forth by compressed air, so that it
would fall into the upward spouting column of water. The charge of
compressed air was put in and the electric wires arranged.
“Are we all ready?” asked Mr. Henderson.
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