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The boys were so jubilant over the performance of the new hydrolung gear that Tom decided to press his search for the Brungarian sea-prowlers immediately. Soon after lunch they took off in the Sea Hound and headed for the South Atlantic. Hank Sterling, Chow Winkler, and two crewmen accompanied the boys.
Dazzling afternoon sunshine sparkled over the sea when they reached the missile search area. Tom immediately contacted Art Wiltessa and the task-force ships. They had no new developments to report.
The young inventor gave orders to submerge. As soon as the seacopter touched bottom, Tom and Bud swam out through the air lock with their hydrolungs.
They probed about for half an hour, ranging farther and farther from the Sea Hound. Then Tom felt a touch on his arm. He turned and saw Bud pointing off excitedly to the right.
A strange submarine was moving slowly toward them!
CHAPTER VIII
DATE TROUBLE
THE boys exchanged looks of fear through their face masks as the knifelike hull and conning tower of the submarine loomed gray and ghostly.
Was the sub Brungarian? And what was it up to? Were the two young skin divers about to be run down or kidnaped?
Or was its crew friendly?
“Better not chance it,” Tom decided fast. He caught Bud’s eye again and motioned upward with a jerk of his thumb. “Topside, pal!”
“Roger!” Bud’s lips shaped the word silently behind his face mask.
In a twinkling both boys flicked their density controls and zoomed upward.
The sub at once seemed to betray a hostile intent. It blew its tanks and planed upward in pursuit. But Tom and Bud easily pulled away. Their density units worked
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