Bud glanced at the direction in which the fish were swimming, then frowned angrily. “You must be right. They moved the gear to intercept our new approach.”
“Sure, they’re probably tracking us on sonar.”
“But how did they get wise to us in the first place? With our own search pulses, we sound like porpoises on their hydrophones.”
“Our sonarphone conversation probably gave us away,” Tom reasoned. He added ruefully, “Too bad our suits have no antidetection equipment. We had to ditch that to carry our liquid nourishment and all the other necessary paraphernalia for our trip.”
“So what do we do now?” Bud asked.
“Get going. There’s not much else we can do.” Tom paused to check the exact location of the seamount on his automatic navigator. “But I’m sure coming back as soon as possible in the Sea Hound, Bud, and find out what cooks around here.”
The Sea Hound was a revolutionary flying submarine in which Tom had explored a sunken city of gold and discovered a valuable undersea helium deposit.
DEADLY TRAWLER 43
The hydronauts switched on their ion-drive jets and resumed their journey.
Soon they relaxed in the soothing monotony of hydrospace travel.
“I’ll be glad to get out of this suit and breathe some fresh English air,” said Bud, flexing his arms and legs for exercise.
“Me too,” said Tom.
The next two days passed uneventfully, except for a brief sighting of a giant squid. The fearsome-looking creature disappeared into the gloomy depths below as the boys approached, waving its huge tentacles.
“That’s the kind of critter sperm whales feed on,” Tom remarked.
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