you think you could get the treasure out of this wreck, Tom, if you
could locate her?"

"Why, it's possible; yes. We proved that with the Boldero."

"Would you use the same submarine?"

"No, I think I'd have to rebuild it, or make an altogether new one.
Possibly I might get one of Uncle Sam's and add some improvements of my
own."

"Yes, you could do that," agreed Ned. "You've done so much for the
government that it couldn't refuse you something reasonable, now that
the war is over. Then do you think you'll go?"

"Really, Ned, I can't make up my mind yet. Now let's forget the Pandora
and all the millions and get down to business. This Criterion company
seems to me to want altogether too much, We'll have to trim their
request down a bit. They owe the money and ought to pay it."

"Yes, I'll get after them," said Ned, and then he and his chum, as well
as employer, plunged into a mass of business details.

It was the next afternoon, when Tom, following a strenuous morning of
work, leaned back in his chair at his desk, that Mr. Damon was
announced.

"Tell him to come in," ordered Tom, always glad to see his friend.
"Wait a minute, though!" he called to the messenger. "Is any one with
him?"

"No, sir; he is alone."

"Good! Then show him right in. I was afraid," said Tom to Ned, who was
also in the office, "that he had Hardley with him. I'm not quite ready
to see him yet."

"Then you haven't made up your mind about going for the treasure?"

"Not exactly. I shall, perhaps, this week."

"Bless my matchbox, Tom, but I'm glad to see you!" cried Mr. Damon, as
he hastened forward with outstretched hand. "I was afraid you might be
out. Now look here! What about my friend Hardley? He's very anxious to
know your decision about going for that treasure, and I said I'd come
over and sound you. I don't mind saying, Tom, that if you go I'm going
too; if you'll take me, of course."

"Well, Mr. Damon, you know you'll always be welcome, as far as I am
concerned," said the young inventor; "but, as a matter of fact, I don't
believe I'm going."

"What? Not going to pick up a million dollars off the floor of the
ocean, Tom? Bless my bank balance! but that's foolish, it seems to me."

"Perhaps it is, but I can't help it."

"What's your principal objection?" asked the eccentric man. "It isn't
that you don't want the money, is it?"

"Not exactly."

"Then it must be that you object to Mr. Hardley personally." went on
Mr. Damo