Tom Swift and the Electronic Hydrolung
d his stricken friend. Bud was floundering and thrashing abo
f the projectile stunn
as best he could, hooking onto his belt. At the same time, the young inventor inha
glowed with
st," Tom thought, "even thoug
the surface. Bud assisted to some ext
o let air bubbles escape constantly from his mouth. As the pressure decreased, due to the l
l, his feeble strokes were jerky and uncoordinated. "Must've
shine. The Sea Hound's shadowy outline loomed just above. With a last
lp!" To
seacopter's forward deck, had already grasped the situati
ring and writhing in pa
nson cried in alarm. "Signal
back up into the plane. Tom followed in a few minutes. Doc Simpson took charge of the patients immediately. A
the window of the chamber. The medic had given Bud a sed
not in too bad shape
ut Bud had to stay in bed. With Tom, it was only a
y from the galley. "Pore lil ole boys," he fussed. "Brand my snorkel, I never should've let
Texan on the back. "If you
' back down?
. "To find out, if possible, wh
ipping off his apron. "I just hope I g
n at once, because of Bud. Tom and Chow, meanwhile,
was plummeting downward through water that changed before their eyes from gre
s searching for our Jup
ve been," T
st have figured out the missile's
o stop us from finding it
settled on the submerged plateau. Tom relaxed at the controls but kept the rotors going so
ngs?" T
out taking his eyes from th
intently. The silence deepened in the Sea Hound's cab
ipper! At t
e scope-something streaking
's another miss
unned the reverse jets just in time!
akly. His leathery face had gone pale under
. "If they're in firing range, we sho
, they must have perfected a way to make th
Aloud, Tom said, "I hate to run from those sneaks, b
to the surface. Then he reversed blade pitch for air flight and gunned the a
rce commander and in turn was told that none of the naval cra
ill fuming. "Why don't we post a dummy
along to the Navy,"
anded, then went by jeep to base headquarters. He called Enterprises and learned that Bud's conditio
ring how the attacker had defied detection. "You'd better
m right away,
ssile as soon as possible-at any cost," he said. "Tom, you Swifts have had considerable exp
replied. "I'll assign men to
a Pigeon Special. This sleek little commercial plane was manufa
tor plunged into the job of organizing an engineering crew for the missile hunt. Ar
ortable model of Tom's atomic earth blaster was included in their equipment. A jetmari
and dangerous," commented Mr. Swift a
t could be almost as bad
htful gleam. "Speaking of silt, son, I've foun
ose plants you use in ma
sed amazing insulating properties against both heat and radiation. One of its secret ingredients ca
ng Island-about fifty f
rs, Dad," Tom pointed out. "Men can't work
d his coffee, then looked up with a twinkle in his e
air lung?" To