36xxxx 067 The Warning Signal

Down in the South Pacific Ocean, a submarine is racing madly for the United States. Just four hours ago, the Gregory party escaped from the island of Euclidean in a stolen Euclidean submarine. Joan Gregory, 15-year-old girl who has spent nearly all her life on the strange artificial island, is operating the submarine.

While Jerry Hall, Mrs. Gregory, and Captain Bradford watch with interest and fly Joan with questions. The speedy undersea craft is making over 40 knots and is eight fathoms below the surface of the water. Are you sure we've come back for Joan?

It is obvious that my instruments could not be wrong. We have progressed slightly more than 160 miles during the last four hours. Think of that, Pat. Four hours, 160 miles, and under eight-fibles of water.

I am thinking of it, Tex, but there's so much to think of that I'm not able to grasp it all. Golly, I'm not doing any better, Mrs. Gregory, but it's mighty squal'ed and no, we've left that crazy island behind us, and nothing can stop us now.

Oh, I hope that's true. Well, of course it is, Patricia. You've been worried so long and seen your plan so badly treated, you're afraid to believe in good luck when it does come along. Indications point to our fair possibility of achievement of our goal.

We have many miles to traverse, however, and Euclidea is not to be forgotten. Well, I'm going to forget it just as soon as I can. Joan, you're not sure that we're safely away from that island, are you?

No one who appreciates the ability of G-47 is ever sure of anything in which he might take it. Yes, and he might take plenty of interest in our escape. I'll say, well... It will avail us nothing to anticipate trouble.