She came from her bed crying, and all her mother could do did not quiet her. Meanwhile the submarine continued to whirl about faster and faster in the swirling waters. Five times each minute now it made the circuit, and, like the coils of a boa constrictor that is enfolding its victim, the circles continually grew smaller. "We are being sucked down," said Jack in a low tone as he glanced at the depth gage, and noted that it showed them to be thirty feet under water. "That is so," remarked Mr. Henderson quietly. "What will be the result?" asked Mrs. Johnson. "I do not know," was the answer, and the captain turned aside. He seemed to have lost all courage in the face of the new disaster. "Can't we empty the tanks and rise to the surface?" asked Andy. "The tanks are not filled," replied Mr. Henderson. "What is taking us down is the force of the whirlpool and not the weight of water." "Then you fear for the worst?" asked Andy. "I do," said the captain simply. "Don't give up the ship!" exclaimed the old hunter suddenly. "Never say die! It's a long lane that has no turns! Hip! Hip! Hurrah!" They all turned to stare at the old man. "Never mind," said Mr. Henderson in a soothing tone, that one would use toward a baby, or a person not right in their head. "Never mind. We may be saved." "Oh I'm not crazy!" exclaimed Andy. He tried to caper about but the motion of the ship made him dizzy and he had to sit down. "I'm all right! I just happened to think of something!" "What is it?" asked the captain eagerly. "Send the ship ahead!" exclaimed Andy. "Speed her as fast as she will go. Try her strength against the force of the whirlpool! We may win!" "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Henderson. "I was too much depressed to think of that! The ship has powerful engines. Queer you should remember that instead of me. Come, Washington, start the screw going! We will try to beat the whirlpool!" The submarine was now whirling around so rapidly that it was difficult for any one to stand without leaning against the sides or holding on to something. It was going lower and lower down, as the gage showed. Soon a throb that was felt through the length of the craft told that the engine had started. The vibration increased until it seemed that the ship would be torn apart. Never had the big screw revolved at greater speed. For a while the struggle between the force of man represented by the engine, and the power of nature, embodied in the whirlpool, seemed equal. Neither could gain the mastery. The ship continued to slide around in ever narrowing circles while the big cable of water, forced through the tunnel by the screw, was like a cataract. "Which will win?" asked the professor softly to himself. He crawled to the gages and watched them. Only by their needles could it be told when the battle had turned in favor of the adventurers.