Tom Swift and the Electronic Hydrolung
om squirmed desperately in a
t its exhaust tube was still jetting out a current of water with stunning force. Tom coul
lp!" To
Tom felt as if his last ounce of breath were
nging "Home on the Range." It drew closer, swelli
" Tom thought.
laboratory, pushing a lunch cart. But, to Tom's dismay,
dle out a bowl of oyster stew from a steaming pot. Evid
out the rest of the lunch. "Well, come on, buckaroo! Break away from them chor
th, Tom croaked out weak
bugged out at the look on the young inventor's face. Then he dashe
yelled. "Tom Jr.'s
oss the room and paced helplessly about the tank. Within
at a glance. He dashed to the control board and slammed shut
est was heaving as he gulped in
d him climb o
kets," Chow stuttered. "W
jet a bit too hard," Tom said sheep
h a grin, "Maybe you'd better hang around, Dad, until I install some sort of density-c
be a lifesaver if he should ever become
round Tom's shoulders. "I'd say you could desig
ciation, Tom set to work imp
his I hear about your getting hammerlocked by a water jet?" the hus
fact, I felt pretty silly," he told his chum. "
l assembly from the workbench. "This it?"onstrated the devi
he exclaimed. "What about that other thing you're working on?" Bud pointed to a small elect
r ballast tanks, you might say. It'll enable us to rise or sink
e diver's belt, with a single tuning-knob control. The "throttle"
ut the new diving gear
tus perfected, and turned it over
akedown tomorrow mo
when the boys arrived at the plant next day. They immediately flew to Feari
Tom and Bud donned flippers and belt, and
of sharks!" Bud chortled lus
with a grin. "Also, don't get carried away with that ion squ
ting his face mask, he plunge
t of the ocean floor, they tried their drive jets. The effect was th
upward like a cork. A reverse twirl sent him plummeting toward the bottom a
r acrobatics. Presently Bud felt a nudge in the back
th a chuckle. "Okay, Tom old boy, here's
lped in surprise. Instead of his chum, he found
. "A porpoise! So you're
poise swam off, as if inviting Bud to join in the fun and
, whacked the porpoise that had nudged him, and jetted off ag
of underwater tag was in full swing. The dolphins
elves aboard. Both tore off their masks and flopped int
unny down ther
into laughter. The porpoises rose into view and c
s search for the Brungarian sea-prowlers immediately. Soon after lunch they took off in the Sea Hound
ed the missile search area. Tom immediately contacted Art Wiltess
on as the seacopter touched bottom, Tom and Bud s
rther from the Sea Hound. Then Tom felt a touch on his arm
ine was moving s