Victor Appleton

“ Altogether, it was a busy scene that met the eyes of Tom and Ned when they emerged on deck.
"Your father was right, I think," said Ned. "You certainly have a competent man. See how the crew jump at his word!"
"I agree," said Tom with satisfaction. "But me for breakfast! This sea air surely gives a fellow a good appetite."
A head wind coupled with a rising sea combined to hold back the tug and her rather clumsy tow as the day waned. Occasional heavy rain squalls made the deck of the barge a rather uncomfortable place, so the boys stayed in the main cabin and discussed plans. ”

“ When Ned learned this, he looked serious.
"The record depth attained by a diver is only 204 feet!" he exclaimed. "At least, that's what I read in an encyclopedia."
"Guess you're referring to James Hooper, who reached that depth off the South American coast some years ago," smiled Tom Swift. "But since then diving-dress has undergone considerable improvement, eh, Captain Britten?"
"That's right. I have on board several of the newest type suits. Besides, I use native divers, men who, even without protection, can descend to almost unbelievable distances." ”

“ Tom, who understood a little Spanish, stood by to hear the report of the second diver. Both lines were now kept open continuously.
Finally Manuel reached bottom, saying that he had contacted Alvarez. For some minutes nothing came through either telephone but the sound of the submerged men's breathing.
"I see something, Se�or! A rock--'que grande'!" came to Tom's ears suddenly. "It must indeed be that which the Se�or seeks. But, Santa Maria! there is something else--!" Manuel's voice broke off suddenly.
"Captain Britten! Can you hear your man?" ”