“Right. After all, this molten iron is drawn off from under the whole earth’s crust, so it should belong to the whole world-even though we just tapped it down here at the South Pole.”
“Good deal,” approved Bud admiringly.
At that moment Chow poked his head in the doorway and swung a dinner bell back and forth as he hollered:
“Soup’s on, you two! And don’t you go losin’ your appetite, Tom, jest ‘cause you struck it rich!”
The young inventor laughed. “No danger of that!”
As the boys headed for the mess hall, Bud asked, “What’s our next objective, chum, after we wind up here? I’m still waiting for that interplanetary trip you and your dad keep talking about, to visit your space friends. How about that-from the South Pole to Mars!”
“Quite a jump, all right.” Tom chuckled.
At this moment the young inventor was so thrilled with his present discovery that he did not let his mind wander far from it. But soon he was to become involved in another stirring project-Tom Swift and His Outpost in Space.
“Come on, let’s celebrate!” Bud urged Tom. “Chow has a feast ready and I’m starved!”
THE END
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