36xxxx 124 Island Being Raised

Four thousand miles from Los Angles, a small rocket plane, drifts on the surface of the water. Four hundred miles from Los Angles, a small passenger vessel races southward at its none-too-good full speed. On the boat, Mrs. Gregory, Jerry, and Joan are waiting patiently in the radio room for news of Captain Bradford.

But the Captain and his companion are a little too busy to be sending any radio messages right now. When the Girl Submarine Commander, who has joined the Gregory Party, Antex Bradford landed their stolen rocket plane on the position directly above Eupidia.

They found that the Eupidians had made one unsuccessful attempt to escape and were planning another. In the rocket plane the girl sits alone, looking anxiously into the water, down into the mysterious depth which concealed the underwater city of Eupidia.

Give me your hand here Captain Bradford. No, you do not attempt to remove your helmet in the water. Come aboard. Well, that was quite a dive with only a helmet. It was remarkable. Did you descend deeply enough for your purpose?

I sure did. Find the two bottles of that solvent of mine, where they won't even dare to touch one of the submarine locks. Much less open one. That is splendid, Captain. Now I will not need to use more of my limited supply of magnetic bombs.

Good thing. We may have other uses for those little gadgets. Do you wish to suspend your solvent over the surface lock at this time? That's not what I'm sure. Finding these glass globes full of the solvent is a good deal like laying in mine.

It's no fun to have to go down there and pick them up ourselves. They are set to break very easily, are they not? Yes, if they contact anything metallic. Naturally, I couldn't have them going off every time a fish swam into them.