THINKING IT OVER
"FATHER, is that you?" asked Tom."Father hasn't been feeling well, of late," he said to the assembled company, "and I told him to go to lie down.But he's hard to manage, and he won't rest more than ten minutes at a time.My father, I might explain, Mr.Hardley," Tom went on, "is actively associated with me in business.""So I have understood," said the man who had been introduced by Mr.Damon.
"Dis Koku!" came the guttural voice of the giant from the other side of the door."Koku want more work.Hall, him all clean.Maybe I help dat no- good Rad now.""No you don't, Koku!" exclaimed the young inventor, with a laugh."You keep away from Rad.You'll get to disputing again and interrupt me, and I have business on hand.Here, wait a minute.I'll find something for you to do," he went on, opening the door to disclose the immense man standing outside, a broom in his hand seeming like a toy.
"Excuse me one moment," went on Tom to his friends.Taking up his desk telephone he called one of the shops, asking: "Have you any heavy work on hand this morning; lifting big castings, or anything like that? You have? Good! I'll send Koku right over."Turning to the giant who apparently had not paid much attention to the talk over the wire, Tom said:
"Koku, go over to shop number ten, ask for the foreman, and he'll keep you busy.There are some five-hundred-pound castings that need assembling, and you can help him.""Good!" exclaimed the giant, with a cheerful grin."Koku like big work--no like sweep.Good for women and Rad, but not for Koku!""He spoke the truth there," remarked Ned Newton, as the giant stalked down the hall."I never saw such a strong man.I'm afraid to shake hands with him, for fear I'll be minus a couple of fingers in the operation.""Well, he's disposed of," remarked Tom, as he closed the door."Andnow, Mr.Hardley, I'm at your service, as far as listening to your proposition is concerned.""Thank you.I shall endeavor to be brief," remarked the visitor."Am I correct in assuming that you have had some experience in submarine work? I believe Mr.Damon mentioned something of that sort.""Submarine work? Bless my hydrometer, I should say so!" exclaimed the eccentric man."And not only in submarine, but in aeroplane! but you don't need any aeroplanes, my dear Mr.Hardley.It's the submarine end of it that you are interested in, as far as Tom Swift is concerned.Now go ahead and tell him what you told me, and how many millions there are in it.""Very well," assented the visitor."Have you ever had any experience in recovering treasure from sunken wrecks?" he asked Tom.
"Yes," was the answer."And it is curious that you should ask me that, for my friend here, Ned Newton, and I were just talking about that very matter.Here's what brought it up," and Tom showed the page from the Sunday paper.
"Hum! Yes!" musingly remarked Mr.Hardley."That's all very well.Part of it is true; but I imagine most of it is the work of imagination of some enterprising reporter.Of course there is no question but that there are untold millions on the bottom of the ocean.The only trouble, as I think you will agree with me, Mr.Swift, is in coming at the money.""Exactly," said Tom.
"And will you bear me out when I say that if the wreck of a treasure ship could be exactly located in water that is not too deep, half the trouble would be solved?" asked Mr.Hardley.
"A good share of it would," answered Tom."That is usually the chief difficulty--locating the wreck.Nearly always they are anywhere from one to five miles from where the persons seeking them think they are.And five miles, or even half a mile, is a good distance on the bottom of the ocean.""Exactly," echoed Mr.Hardley."Then if I could give you the exact location of a sunken treasure ship, and prove to you that the owners had given up the search for it, leaving it open to salvage on the part of whoever wished to try--would that be any inducement to you to make an attempt,Mr.Swift?"
"I should want to hear more about it before I gave an answer," replied Tom."As perhaps Mr.Damon has told you, I once went on a hunt for treasure in my submarine.We found it, but only after considerable trouble, and then I declared I'd never again engage in such a search.There wasn't enough net profit in it." "But there are millions in this, Tom! Bless my gold tooth, but there are millions!" cried the excitable Mr.Damon."Hurry up and tell him!" he urged his friend.
