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THE WIZARD

OF THE SEA
OR

A TRIP UNDER THE OCEAN


ROY ROCKWOOD
AUTHOR OF "A SCHOOLBOY'S PLUCK," ETC.


CHATTERTON-PECK COMPANY
NEW YORK, N. Y.
































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CONTENTS.


INTRODUCING OUR HEROES,
A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION,
THE GREAT FIGHT,
ON THE ROAD,'
HOKE UMMER'S TREACHERY,
OUT ON THE BAY,
A LIVELY ENCOUNTER,
MONT IS PUNISHED,
DOCTOR HOMER WADDLE,
THE SUBMARINE TERROR,


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CHAPTER
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II.
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IV.
V.
VI.
VII.
VIII.
IX.
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XI.
XII.
XIII.
XIV.
XV.
XVI.
XVII.

XVIII.
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ON THE BACK OF THE MONSTER,
INSIDE OF THE SEARCHER,"
THE OWNER OF THE SUBMARINE MONSTER,
THE ATTACK, .
PRISONERS,. .
THE MYSTERIES OF THE "SEARCHER"
THE DEVIL FISH, .
MONT IS LOST, .
MONT'S PERIL, .
THE WRECKS,
ON LAND ONCE MORE, .
FIGHTING THE SAVAGES, .
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iv CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAGE
XXIII. ELECTRIFYING THE SAVAGES, 149
XXIV. A PEARL WORTH A FORTUNE, 159
XXV. A MAN OF MYSTERY, 169
XXVI. THROUGH THE EARTH, 177
XXVII. THE ESCAPE-CONCLUSION, 183













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CHAPTER I.

I C R HEROES.

HP, hurrah!- iip, !l"_ "7
W.ellI -declare; Mont Folsom, what is -
matter with you? "
"Matter? Nothing is the matter, Tom, only
I'm going to a boarding school-just the best
place on the face of the earth, too-Nautical Hall,
on the seacoast."
"Humph! I didn't know as how a boarding
school was such a jolly place," grumbled old Tom
Barnstable. They'll cane ye well if ye git into
mischief, lad."
"Will they, Tom? What for? I never do
any wrong," and Mont Folsom put on a very
sober face.
"Jest to hear the lad! Never do no mischief!







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Ha! ha! Why you're the wust boy in the town
fer mischief, Mont-an' everybody knows it. A
nautical school, did ye say. Maybe they'll take
ye out in a ship some time in that case."
"They do take the pupils out-every summer,
so Carl Barnaby was telling me. He goes there,
you know, and so does Link Harmer."
"Then you an' Carl will make a team-an'
Heaven help the folks as comes in your way,"
added Tom Barnstable decidedly.
But we are not so bad, I tell you, Tom," said
Mont, but with a sly twinkle in his bright eyes.
Oh, no, not at all. But jest you tell me who
drove the cow into Squire Borden's dining room
and who stuffed the musical instruments of the
brass band with sawdust at the Fourth of July
celebration? You never do anything, you little
innocent lamb!"
And with a loud guffaw the old character saun-
tered down the street toward his favorite resort,
the general store.
Montrose Folsom continued on his way. He
was a handsome youth of fifteen, tall and square-
shouldered, with a taking way about him that had







INTRODUCING OUR HEROES.


made him a host of friends. He was the only son
of Mrs. Alice Folsom, a rich widow.
A moment after leaving Tom Barnstable,
Mont reached the home of his particular chum,
Lincoln Harmer. Throwing open the gate, he
espied Link in the barnyard, and made a rush for-
ward.
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"
"That settles it, Mont, you're going with me
next term!" exclaimed Link, a bright fellow of
our hero's age.
If I wasn't I'd sing a dirge instead of shout-
ing, Link. Yes, it's all settled, and I'll be ready
to start with you Monday."
"Your mother has written to Captain
Hooper?"
Yes, and got word back in to-day's mail."
"Good! "
"I'm to buy a lot of things down to Carley's
store and then go home and start to pack up.
Come on."
Arm in arm, the two chums made their way to
the large general store, where Tom Barnstable
was again encountered. Here Mont purchased







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some extra underclothing his mother said, he
needed. While he was at this Tom Barnstable
came close to him.
"When are ye goin' away?" he asked.
"Monday morning, six o'clock."
"Don't fergit the old man, Mont. We've
had lots of good times-fishin' an' huntin', ye
know."
That was Tom Barnstable, good-natured and
willing to do, but an absolute beggar at the
slightest chance.
I won't forget you, Tom, not I," said the
merry-hearted lad. "Here you are," and he
slipped a shining dollar into the man's hand. A
moment later he called one of the store clerks
aside.
"Have you any of those April-fool cigars
left? he whispered.
"Yes-just four."
"I'll take them."
The cigars bought and paid for, the boy put
three of them in an inside pocket and then turned
the fourth over to Tom Barnstable.
"Here, Tom, put the pipe away and have a







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real Havana to celebrate the parting," he said, and
the old man immediately did as requested.
The cigar burnt all right for just half a minute.
Then something began to bulge at the end. It
kept growing larger and larger, forming into
what is called a Pharaoh's serpent, three or four
feet long.
Tom Barnstable's eyes began to blaze. He
stared at Mont wildly.
"Who-what-what is that?" he stammered.
"Great Scott! I've got 'em! "
And, dashing the weed to the floor, he rushed
from the country store, with the boys' laugh ring-
ing in his ears.
"He'll remember you now, no doubt of that!"
said Link merrily.
The day was Saturday, and it was a busy one
for both Mont and Link, with packing trunks and
bags, and getting ready otherwise.
The Sabbath passed quietly enough, and five
o'clock Monday morning found the two boys on
their way to Nautical Hall.
The run of the train was to New York, and
here they fell in with their mutual chum, Carl







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Barnaby, a rich young fellow from their town,
and several others who will be introduced as our
story progresses.
From the Metropolis the boys took another
train directly for the seacoast. At Pemberton
they had to change cars, and here they met several
more scholars of Nautical Hall.
"There is Ike Brosnan and Hoke Ummer!"
cried Link. Two of our fellows."
The newcomers were quickly introduced. Ike
Brosnan looked a whole-souled fellow and full of
fun. Hoke Ummer, on the other hand, seemed
of a decidedly sour turn of mind.
"Hoke is a good deal of a bully," whispered
Link, later on. You want to steer clear of him."
"Thanks; he'll not step on my toes," returned
Mont firmly. "The first man who tries to haze
or bully me will get his fingers burnt."
Oh, the boys will be sure to want a little fun.
You mustn't be too particular."
I don't mean that-I mean they mustn't go
too far," replied Mont.
Little did he dream of all the hazings and larks
to be played ere that school term should be over.







INTRODUCING OUR HEROES. 7

The journey to the seacoast was devoid of any
special incident. The ride on the train was mag-
nificent, and all enjoyed it thoroughly.
Towards nightfall a landing was made not
many miles from Eagle Point. Here at the dock
a long stage was in waiting to take them to the
Hall. The four boys, along with a dozen others,
got aboard, and they moved off rapidly for Nau-
tical Hall, two miles distant.












CHAPTER II.


A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION.

NAUTICAL HALL was a large building of brick,
stone, and wood situated at the top of a small hill.
In front was a level parade ground, and to one
side the grounds sloped down to the edge of a
small bay, while at the other they were flanked by
a heavy wood.
The institution was owned and managed by
Captain Hooper, an ex-army and -navy officer,
who looked to the military drill of the boys and
left the educational department to an able corps of
assistants. With the assistants and the gallant
captain himself we will become better acquainted
as our tale proceeds.
Mont soon became acquainted with nearly all
of the one hundred and odd boys who attended
Nautical Hall, and became the leader of a set com-
posed of himself, Link Harmer, Barry Powell,
another lively lad, Carl Barnaby, his old-time
8







A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION.


chum, Piggy Mumps, a fat youth, and Sam
Schump, a German pupil, as good-natured as can
possibly be imagined.
As soon as the boys arrived they were assigned
to their places. Mont was put in the room with
the crowd above mentioned. This room con-
nected with another, in which were installed the
bully, Hoke Ummer; Bill Goul, his toady, and
half a dozen of the bully's cronies.
This room will get into a free fight with that
gang some day," was Barry Powell's comment,
after Schump, the German boy, had related how
the bully had treated him.
"Dot's it, mine gracious," replied Sam
Schump. "Ve vill git togedder an' show dem
vot ve can do, aint it! "
Several days were spent in getting ready for the
term. Mont was placed in the first class, with
twenty others, and he was likewise put in an awk-
ward squad to learn the steps and manual of arms,
for the boys had regular military and naval exer-
cises.
As luck would have it, our hero was placed
under one of the assistant teachers, and fared very







10 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


well, but poor Piggy Mumps was put in a squad
under Hoke Ummer, who did all he could to make
the fat boy miserable.
"Eyes right! Eyes left! Front!" shouted
Hoke. "Why don't you mind, you clown!" he
added to poor Piggy, who was in a sweat to do
as ordered.
Vot you say, eyes right an' den eyes left, ven
da vos right? asked Piggy innocently.
"Silence! Eyes right! Eyes left! You
clown, can't you twist your eyes, or are you too
fat? roared Hoke.
"Ton't vos call me a clown, you-you un-
chentlemanly poy!" cried Piggy wrathfully,
when without warning Hoke fell upon him and
hit him a blow on the neck.
This was too much for Piggy, and he ran out
of the line and closed with the bully. But he was
no match for the big boy, and Piggy would have
been severely punished had not Hoke been caught
by the shoulder and hurled backward against a
wall.
Let him alone! came in the voice of Mont.
"You have no right to touch him, Hoke Ummer."







A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION.


"Haven't I, though? sneered the bully. Do
you suppose I'm going to be made a fool of by a
lump of fat like that? You clear out, or I'll give
you a dose, too!"
"You can try it on any time you please," re-
plied our hero quietly.
A fight! A fight!" exclaimed half a dozen at
once, and the awkward squad was broken up on
the instant.
"A fight?" repeated the bully. "He'll get a
thrashing-that's all it will amount to. Come
on down to the woods if you want to have it
out."
I'm willing to meet you," returned Mont, and
started along, followed by Piggy, Link, and a
dozen others.
But scarcely had the boys gone a rod before the
belfry bell rang out loudly five times.
That was the signal for assembly on the parade
grounds.
"Hullo, we can't go now!" cried Link.
"Boys, you'll have to postpone that mill till
later."
"I'll meet you after assembly," growled Hoke







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Ummer, under his breath, as Captain Hooper put
in an appearance.
"I'll be ready any time," rejoined our hero.
"Boys, we are to have visitors in fifteen
minutes! shouted out Captain Hooper. Atten-
tion! The captains will form their companies on
the campus and a salute will be fired as the visi-
tors enter the grounds."
Orders were quickly passed, and inside of five
minutes the boy cadets were drawn up in long
lines, with the officers of the two companies in
their proper places.
The visitors were old friends of the captain
who had come to the Hall merely out of curiosity.
As their carriages approached, a cannon was run
out, and Link and several others were detailed to
fire it off.
Link chose Mont to assist, and before long all
was in readiness to touch her off.
Here they come! shouted somebody.
"Stand ready to fire!" sang out Captain
Hooper, in true military style. Steady, boys,
now-I expect all to make the best possible ap-
pearance. Fire!"







A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION. 13

Link touched the cannon off, while our hero
and several others stood close at hand.
Bang!
The report was terrific. The old cannon was
overcharged, and was blown into a thousand
pieces, which flew in all directions.
Both Link and Mont were hurled flat, and
while the former was seen to stagger up again,
our hero lay as one dead!













CHAPTER III.


THE GREAT FIGHT.

"HE is dead!"
"Run for the doctor!"
"A piece struck me, too!"
"The cannon must have been overloaded!"
Such were some of the cries which went up
after the awful explosion.
Captain Hooper stood close at hand, and in-
stantly went to our hero's assistance.
He caught the youth up in his arms and carried
him to a shady spot.
Bring some water," he commanded, but water
was already at hand. With it he bathed Mont's
head.
For a minute there was an intense silence.
Then, with a quiver, the lad opened his eyes.
"Wha-what- Did the cannon burst?"
he asked feebly.







THE GREAT FIGHT.


Hurrah! He's all right! shouted Link joy-
fully, and inside of five minutes more Mont stood
up and gazed about him in wonder.
But he was too weak to take part in the review,
and while this went on sat in a rustic chair under
the oak tree, with several of the lady visitors by
his side.
The reception to the guests over, the cadets
were dismissed, and the crowd lost no time in dis-
persing.
Link remained with his chum, and both walked
towards the lake.
How do you feel? asked Link anxiously.
"Rather faint in the legs, to tell the truth,"
was the reply. "But I guess I'll soon get over
it."
"Ready to do that fighting?" demanded a
rough voice at their elbow, and Hoke Ummer
ranged up at their side.
"For shame, Hoke, Mont isn't in condition,
and you know it," said Link.
"Oh, nonsense!" growled the bully. "That
cannon affair was only a fake. He wasn't hurt a
bit."







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This remark angered our hero, and, stepping
up, he faced the bully defiantly.
"I will fight you whenever you say,'"he said
stoutly.
A boy standing near heard the remark, and the
news spread like magic.
"A fight between Hoke and Mont. Come on
down to the woods."
The schoolboy cadets needed no second invita-
tion. A score started from the campus instantly.
They were about evenly divided as to who
would win.
The bully was known to be heavy and strong.
Yet our hero had shown lots of pluck.
In a corner of the grounds, shut out from view
from the school windows by a belt of trees, the
boys assembled to witness the conflict.
Mont prepared for the encounter, assisted by
Link.
Ummer, satisfied of an easy victory, placed him-
self in the hands of his toady and backer, Bill
Goul.
When the combatants were declared ready they
faced each other.







THE GREAT FIGHT.


As Hoke looked into the unflinching eyes of
his opponent the smile of satisfaction he had
worn for the past few hours suddenly faded.
He could see he must do his best to win.
But I'll mash him, see if I don't," he said to
his toadies.
"That's right, Hoke!"
Show him what you can do."
Mont said nothing.
"He's a tough one," whispered Link. "Be-
ware of a foul."
I'll have my eyes open."
The boys took off their coats and vests.
A ring was formed and our hero and the bully
got into position.
"Time! cried one of the older boys, and the
great fight began.
At first Mont was cautious, for he wanted to
take his opponent's measure, so to speak.
Sure of victory, the bully rushed at him, and
aimed a blow at Mont's nose.
Our hero ducked, and Hoke's fist only sawed
the air.
That was a clean duck."







18 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


Land him one, Hoke! "
Go for him, Folsom!"
Around and around the ring went the two
boys.
Then the bully aimed another blow at our hero.
As quick as a flash our hero warded it off.
Then out shot his fist, and the bully of Nautical
Hall got a crashing blow in the chin that knocked
him clean off his, feet.
What a yell went up!
Hoke is knocked out!"
Did you ever see such a blow ?"
Wild with rage, the bully was assisted to his
feet by several friends.
The blood flowed from his chin and from a cut
lip.
I'll show you yet! he hissed, and again went
at Mont.
But our hero was cool and collected, while the
bully was excited.
The bully got in one little body blow, but that
was all, while our hero fairly played all over his
face.
"Better give it up, Hoke!"







THE GREAT FIGHT. 19

"You are outclassed against Mont Folsom!"
"Let me be! howled the bully.
With every blow that our hero delivered Um-
mer's anger increased.
His reputation, he felt, was at stake.
If he was beaten that would be the end of him,
so far as bossing the boys was concerned.
At last Mont hit him a stinging blow on the ear
that caused him to roll over and over.











CHAPTER IV.


ON THE ROAD.

THE bully was knocked out completely, and had
to acknowledge Mont the victor of the encounter.
This he did with very bad grace, and a minute
later sneaked off with his toady.
"I'll get even for that," he growled. "He'll
be sorry he ever tackled me."
"You'll have to watch Hoke Ummer," said
Link, some time later, when the crowd had dis-
persed. He is a treacherous fellow."
I'll have my eyes open," returned our hero.
Yet little did he dream of the dastardly way in
which the bully would try to get even.
It did not take Mont long to settle down at
Nautical Hall. The fight had made him many
friends, and established him as a sort of leader
among a certain set.
On the following Saturday Link proposed that
he, Barry Powell, and Mont take a stroll down to
the village.
20







ON THE ROAD.


The others were willing, and soon the party
was on the way.
I'll get some stuff for a midnight feast while
I am at it," said Mont.
Soon the school was left behind, and they came
out on the village highway.
Hark! cried Barry. suddenly.
What is it? demanded Mont.
Barry was listening intently to a dull, heavy
tramping sound, which was wafted faintly toward
them on the breeze.
"Do you hear that ?" he asked excitedly.
Link and Mont listened, and could distinctly
hear a low thud, thud, thud in the distance.
What does it mean? Link asked.
It means that a pair of ponies, or horses, have
run away, and are coming along at a tearing
gallop."
As if in corroboration of Barry's words, at that
moment a light phaeton, drawn by two high-
spirited ponies, which were pounding along at the
top of their speed, burst round the bend of the
road.
The vehicle was rocking from side to side, and







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every moment threatened to hurl it into one of the
deep ditches which lined the road.
As the boys gazed at the approaching carriage
Mont's heart seemed to stand still.
Fellows! he cried, there is someone in the
phaeton-a lady, I believe."
So there is! gasped Link, in tones of horror,
"What shall we do?"
We must stop them."
With his face whiter than usual, and his lips
tightly compressed, our hero ran down the road.
He is courting death," said his chum, beneath
his breath, but we may be of some use."
And both started after their companion.
Mont was running at the top of his speed, for he
saw that the occupant of the carriage was only a
young girl, and utterly helpless, and that every
second's delay endangered her life.
On and on he went, until he was within a score
of yards of the maddened steeds.
Then he planted himself firmly in the middle of
the road and prepared for a spring.
Fiercely the ponies dashed onward.
Nearer and nearer they came, until it seemed







ON THE ROAD.


they must inevitably trample him beneath their
iron-shod hoofs.
But our hero never wavered.
Motionless he crouched there until the end of
the pole almost touched his cheek.
Then he leaped up and caught both the bridles
in his strong, nervous grip.
The ponies, with loud whinnies of rage, tossed
up their heads and lifted him from his feet, but he
clung tenaciously to them.
They dragged him along the ground for a few
yards, and then their speed began to slacken.
Link now came up, and the vicious little brutes
were brought to a standstill.
Then Mont, thoroughly exhausted, sank in a
heap upon the ground.
As soon as the carriage was stopped in its wild
career, a fair and beautiful girl sprang out.
Oh, is he very much hurt? she cried, as she
raised her clasped hands in despair.
Our hero staggered to his feet, and as he gazed
on the fairy-like form and sweet, delicate face his
cheeks flushed and his heart beat quickly.
"I am not hurt at all," he said stoutly,







24 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


although his arms and legs and every portion of
his body ached as though he had been upon the
rack.
How can I thank you?" she exclaimed.
"If it had not been for you, I shudder to think
what might have happened. You saved my life."
At this praise our hero blushed more than ever.
"I require no thanks," he said. "I am re-
warded enough by knowing I have been of some
service to you, but I think you are scarcely strong
enough to be trusted with such high-spirited
animals."
My father would never have thought of such
a thing," she replied. He alighted at a cottage
to visit one of his old friends, and while he was
inside the ponies bolted. But here he comes, and
I know he will be better able to thank you than I
am."
She pointed to the figure of a tall, elderly gen-
tleman, of upright carriage and aristocratic bear-
ing, who was coming up the road at a rapid
pace.
"It's Judge Moore," whispered Link; "he
owns a fine place a couple of miles from here."







ON THE ROAD.


In another moment our hero found himself
being presented to the judge, who overwhelmed
him with praise.
"You must come and dine with us, you and
your friends," said the judge; there will only be
myself and my daughter Alice. Nay, you must
make no excuses. I shall call upon Captain
Hooper and tell him all about it, and if ever you
require a friend do not forget to come to me."
Mont would have respectfully declined the in-
vitation, but a glance from Alice Moore prevented
him from doing so.
He therefore thanked the judge for his kind-
ness, and then the boys took their leave.
Our hero simply raised his cap, but Alice put
out her hand.
"You will be certain to come? she asked in
a low tone.
Certain," he replied.
The news of Mont's heroism spread through
Nautical Hall, and he speedily found himself a
decided hero.













CHAPTER V.


HOKE UMMER'S TREACHERY.

OUR hero succeeded on the following Monday
in getting a quantity of cake, pie, and other stuff
from town and hiding them in an unoccupied
bedroom.
He was also promised a dozen bottles of root
beer and soda water, but these he was unable to
smuggle into the school, owing to the watchful-
ness of Captain Hooper and his assistants.
Accordingly, he hid the stuff in the bushes near
the lake, and decided to go after it late at night.
He unfolded his plan to Link, Barry, and Carl
Barnaby, and this plan was overheard by Hoke
Ummer.
Next to the empty bedroom was a window
overlooking the side playground. From this win-
dow Mont decided to reach the ground by aid of
a long rope.
This was the only way to get out, as after nine
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"JUST THE RIGHT LENGTH," HE SAID. P. 27.







HOKE UMMER'S TREA CHER Y.


o'clock all the doors and windows below were
locked in such a fashion they could not be opened.
That evening our hero, with a light heart, re-
paired to the empty bedroom.
Opening the boxful of stuff, he spread out upon
a tablecloth of newspapers a prettily decorated
ham, a couple of cold roast chickens, a fine apple
pie, a quantity of mince pies, and a varied assort-
ment of choice fruits and cake.
All these arranged to his satisfaction, he looked
at his watch, and then sat down and waited.
It was just half-past eight, and in another
half-hour servants and masters would all have re-
tired for the night.
After what appeared to the watcher to be an
age the great school clock tolled solemnly out the
hour of nine.
Then Mont drew out a thick rope from beneath
the bed and left the room.
Soon he was at the window.
SThrowing up the lower sash, our hero fastened
one end of the rope securely and threw the other
out.
Just the right length," he said, and then he







28 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


swung himself over the window sill. "I'll soon
have the rest of the stuff up."
The door of one of the spare bedrooms was
opened, and Ummer stepped into the corridor.
As the light of the moon fell upon his face it
looked strangely white and ghastly.
His lips were tightly compressed and his eyes
had in them a horrible glare as he stepped
stealthily but quickly to the window.
Arrived there, he crouched low down that he
might not be seen by any person outside.
Then, with deft fingers, he untied the knot by
which the rope was secured.
There was heard a loud, wild cry, followed by
a dull, heavy thud.
Then all was still.
The bully crept away along the corridor and
down the stairs, his heart beating as though it
would burst its bounds.
A little before twelve o'clock that night several
dark figures might have been seen stealing
cautiously along the corridors.
All these figures made their way to one com-
mon spot.







'HOKE UMMER'S TREACHERY.


This was the bedroom Mont had mentioned.
Arrived there, they found everything prepared
for the feast, but no host.
"What a strange thing for Mont to do," said
Carl Barnaby; "to invite us all here and not be
present."
It isn't very gentlemanly of him," submitted
Barry.
"You talk like a fool," said Link. "Some-
thing must have happened to him."
"I saw him at supper, and he was all right
then."
Perhaps some of the tramps have waylaid him
on the road," suggested another boy, who had
been sitting very white and very quiet, in one cor-
ner of the room.
Everyone turned to the speaker.
Mine cracious, dot's so," put in Sam Schump.
"Besser we go an' see? "
Without delay a search was begun.
A rope was procured, and Link was the first
person out of the window.
"Hullo "
What's up? asked those above.







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"Bring a light. Mont has fallen and hurt him-
self."
A light was quickly procured, and one after
another the boys came down the rope.
Our hero lay at the foot of a large lilac bush.
It was this bush which had saved his life.
When the rope gave way, had he fallen on the
ground he would most likely have been killed.
Link brought some water, and he was soon
revived.
In the meantime, from another window, over-
head, Hoke Ummer watched proceedings.
When he saw Mont get up his hateful face
plainly showed his chagrin.
"How was it you didn't fasten the rope
tightly?" asked Link.
"I thought I did," returned our hero. "In
fact, I am certain I did," he added.
But it gave way and let you down."
Our hero shook his head. He couldn't under-
stand it at all.
In a few minutes he was able to go with his
friends and show them where the root-beer and
soda-water bottles were hidden.







HOKE UMMER'S TREACHERY.


Loaded down with the stuff, the crowd re-
turned to the Hall, and the feast began.
Nearly all of the boys of Mont's age had been
invited in a general way, and a lively time was
had for fully an hour.
Hoke Ummer could not stand it to see his rival
triumph over him, and so slipped down to the
room occupied by Moses Sparks, one of the under
teachers.
"Mont Folsom and his crowd are having a
feast in one of the upper rooms," he said.
At once Moses Sparks prepared to investigate.
The feast was at its height when a footstep was
heard.
"Scatter!" whispered Carl Barnaby, who
caught the sounds first, and all of the boys hurried
from the bedroom by side doors and managed to
get to their own rooms.
When Moses Sparks came up they seemed to
be sleeping like so many lambs.
"Ummer has been fooling me," muttered the
under teacher. "Or else he was mistaken." And
he went off and left the boys to finish the feast in
peace.














CHAPTER VI.


OUT ON THE BAY.

IN a general way. Mont suspected Hoke
Summer, not of the dastardly trick he had played,
but of playing the sneak and telling Moses Sparks.
I'll get square," he said to Link and Carl.
Out in the fields he had picked up a dead snake,
and he now resolved to make use of it in a truly
original manner. As soon as it was time to retire
that night Mont slipped upstairs and into the
dormitory occupied by Hoke Ummer, Goul, and
their chums.
He had the dead snake with him, and put the
reptile in the bully's bed.
Five minutes later he was in his own room
awaiting developments.
They were not long in coming.
A murmur of voices ended in a wild shriek of
terror.







OUT ON THE BAY.


"A snake!" yelled Hoke. "It's in my bed!
Save me! I'm a dead boy! "
His cry aroused everyone, and soon Nautical
Hall was in a commotion.
"What's the matter with Hoke? "
"He's got 'em bad! "
"A snake!" roared the bully. "Take it
away."
He ran out into the corridor, and soon a crowd
began to collect.
In the meantime Mont slipped into the room
and threw the dead reptile out of the window.
Captain Hooper tried to get at the bottom of
the affair, but failed.
"You must have been dreaming, Ummer," he
said at last, and sent all of the boys off to bed.
During the following week Nautical Hall was
closed up, and the schoolboy cadets marched to
the head of the bay.
Here they went into camp for a month, part of
the time being spent on the bay and the ocean be-
yond in learning how to sail both large and small
boats.
The sailing of the boats particularly interested







34 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


Mont and Carl Barnaby. Link did not care very
much for the water, for when the sea was rough
he was inclined to grow seasick.
One day Mont and Carl obtained permission to
hire a slooop at the town, and go out for an all-
day cruise over the bay and back.
They took with them a young fellow from
Nautical Hall named John Stumpton, a handy lad
who generally went by the name of Stump. Since
Mont had arrived at the Hall, Stump had taken
to him greatly, and would do almost anything
that Mont asked of him. Stump was also a great
friend to Carl.
They sailed out of sight of the camp, and
gradually crept up to a large excursion boat
which was just leaving one of the docks of the
town.
The steamboat was overcrowded, every deck
being full of humanity bent on having a good
time.
Some musicians were playing on the forward
deck, and they drew quite close to hear what was
going on.
Suddenly a cry of horror arose.







OUT ON THE BAY.


A young girl had been standing close to the
rail on a camp chair at the bow of the boat.
It was Alice Moore.
As the steamboat swung around the girl lost
her balance.
She tried to save herself, and, failing, pitched
headlong into the water.
Our hero saw her go under the waves.
"She'll be struck by the paddle wheel," he
yelled, and then, splash! he was overboard him-
self.
Bravely he struck out to save the maiden.
The order was given to back the steamboat.
The wheels churned up the water into a white
foam, but still the momentum carried the large
craft on.
In the meantime our hero came up and struck
out valiantly for the girl, who was now going
down for a second time.
"Save her! Save her!" shrieked Judge
Moore, who was with his daughter.
Half a dozen life-preservers were thrown over-
board, but none came to where the girl could
reach them.







36 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


The judge wanted to join his daughter in the
water.
Strong hands held him back.
"The young fellow will save her, judge."
"He's a true hero! "
Life-lines were thrown over, but even these did
no good.
The steamboat swung around, but the run of
the water washed the girl closer and closer to the
paddle wheel.
She now came up a second time.
Should she sink again all would be over.
Mont was swimming with all the strength and
skill at his command.
At last he was within a yard of the struggling
girl.
The maiden threw up her hands and went
under. As quick as a flash our hero dove
down.
A second passed. Thenup came our hero with
the girl clinging to his shoulder.
But now the current was apparently too strong
for both of them.
"Help us-quick!"




























MONT'S BRAVE RESCUE. P. 37.


Alvin Stein berg
Ul2 7 1910







OUT ON THE BAY.


Carl and Stump heard the cry, and immediately
put about in their sloop.
Mont was swimming along on his side.
The girl was too weak to support herself, and
he was holding her up well out of the water.
It took the sloop but a moment to run up along-
side of the pair.
Carl reached over and caught hold of the girl
and placed her on deck.
In the meantime our hero caught hold of a rope
thrown by the old boatman and pulled himself up.
A cheer arose from those on the excursion
boat.
She is safe now, sure!"
The girl was too exhausted to move, and
Carl rubbed her hands and did what he could
for her.
Stump ran up alongside of the steamboat, and a
little later the girl was placed on board.
The judge clasped his child to his breast.
"Go ahead," said Mont in a low voice. I
don't want the crowd to stare at me."
But the judge wants to thank you," began
Carl; but our hero would not listen.







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He was too modest, and made Stump actually
run away from the excursion boat.
But five hundred people cheered Mont and
waved their handkerchiefs.
And this was not the end of the matter.
The next day Judge Moore called at the camp,
and insisted on presenting Mont with a gold
watch and chain. With this gift came a sweet
letter from Alice Moore which made our hero
blush a good deal when he read it.
After this, nearly a week passed without spe-
cial incident. Link was called home on account
of the death of a relative, and Mont and Carl be-
came closer chums than ever.
One day Hoke Ummer was caught abusing one
of the small boys so greatly that the boy had to be
placed under a doctor's care.
The boy's father had Hoke arrested. The case,
however, never came to trial.
The consequence of the arrest was that the
bully was dismissed from the school; and that
was the last Mont saw of him.
"We are well rid of him," he said, and Carl
and the others agreed with him.







OUT ON THE BAY.


One day Mont and Carl went out for an all-day
cruise on the bay, taking John Stumpton with
them.
When the two schoolboys started out with the
hired lad they did not intend to remain away
longer than sunset, and not one of them dreamed
of the marvelous adventures in store for each ere
he should be permitted to see his native land
again.
The start was made in a fair breeze, and it
looked so nice overhead that Mont proposed they
take a short run directly into the ocean.
"All right-I'll go you," answered Carl
slangily, and away they skimmed.
By noon they were almost out of sight of
land, and while they were eating the repast
Stump had prepared Carl proposed that they
turn back.
This was hardly accomplished when it sud-
denly grew dark, and they found themselves
caught in a squall.
"By gracious! I didn't bargain for this!"
cried Carl. If we don't take care, we'll go to the
bottom!"







40 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


"Don't worry-yet," answered Mont. "I
guess we'll get back all right."
Blacker and blacker grew the sky, until abso-
lutely nothing could be seen. Every sail was
closely reefed, and the boys strained their eyes to
pierce the gloom which hung over them.
Suddenly Stump set up a yell.
"Look out; there is a ship! "
He got no further. A large form loomed up
in the darkness. There was one grinding, smash-
ing crash, and then came a shock that split the
light-built sloop from stem to stern.
All of the boys were hurled into the boiling sea.
But none was hurt; and, coming to the surface, all
struggled to cling to the wreckage floating about,
meanwhile crying loudly for help.
When they were picked up they were thor-
oughly exhausted, and Carl lost his senses com-
pletely.
The ship that had run them down was the
Golden Cross. The captain's name was Savage,
and he was bound for the Bermudas.
He refused to stop anywhere to put the boys
off, saying he had not the time to do so.







OUT ON THE BAY.


In reality he was afraid he would be brought to
account for wrecking the sloop.
He would not believe that Mont and Carl were
rich, and that their parents would willingly pay
him for any trouble he might take on their
behalf.
"I'll keep 'em on board and make 'em work
their passage," he said to his mate, a mean chap
by the name of Slog. We are rather short of
hands."
A night's rest did wonders for the boys.
By morning the storm cleared off, and the
Golden Cross proceeded swiftly on her way,
favored by a good breeze.
Mont found himself in the ill-smelling fore-
castle. He was awfully hungry, and the first
thing he did was to make his way to the cook's
galley. The cook smiled as Mont appeared.
" Got around, eh? he said. Good for you. I
thought you would be sick for the rest of the trip
after such an adventure."
"I am pretty tough," answered Mont.
"You look a bit like a sailor."
"Oh, I know a thing or two about the water,"







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replied Mont modestly. But tell me," he went
on, what sort of a captain have you? "
"Oh, he's a caution, and so is Slog, the first
mate," laughed the cook. "The captain is the
toughest man this line of ships ever had."
"Humph! That's not encouraging," mused
our hero. Why do the owners keep him? "
"Because he's clever. He may be out in all
weather, but he's never lost a ship."
"This seems like an old tub," observed Mont,
looking around him.
"Yes, she isn't worth much. She pitches and
tosses in a gale awful. It's the oldest ship the
firm's got."
"Is it insured?"
"Yes. I know the insurance is very heavy,
and it wouldn't be a bad job for the owners if she
went down," replied the cook.
"Bad job for us, though," remarked Mont.
"I don't want to be drowned."
"Have you had any breakfast?" asked the
cook good-naturedly.
"Not a bit."
"I don't expect the regular hands will give you







OUT ON THE BAY.


a chance of getting much. There's Sam Holly
and Jerry Dabble. One's a bully and the other's
a sneak."
I haven't seen them yet."
Fight shy of both of them. They're no good..
They'll make you and your chums do all the work,
now you've come on board."
"I'll bet a dollar they won't get a stroke of
work out of me," returned Mont decidedly.
"You will?"
S"Yes."
"Well, you're a plucky lad," exclaimed the
cook admiringly, and from your size and looks
I should think you could box."
"Just a little bit," answered Mont smilingly.
"The captain favors Jerry Dabble, and listens
to all he says. He's a regular sneak. You look
out for him."
"I will."
"Will you have a bit of breakfast along with
me? I can give you a nice bit I've cut off the-
skipper's ham and a couple of eggs."
"I'm with you," said Mont readily, "and I'll,
return your kindness on the first opportunity."







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In a moment our hero was supplied with a good
breakfast, which was washed down with a cup of
-coffee.
The sea was rather high, although the wind had
gone down.
It was not difficult to perceive, when Mont
came to examine her, that the ship was a very old
,one and had seen her best days.
Mont thought a trip to the Bermudas would be
very nice, but at the same time he did not mean to
be the captain's slave, or the first mate's either.
He had not shipped with them, and they could
not legally make him work, though he did not
mind lending a hand if he was asked in a friendly
manner.
His mother would pay for his passage if she
-was asked.
The officers evidently took him, Carl, and
Stump to be three sons of fishermen, and had
-made up their minds to treat them accordingly.
When he left the galley, Mont went to where
the regular hands slept and messed, and where he
:and his companions had slept.
There was a great outcry as he came in.







OUT ON THE BAY.


"Leave off, I say," Carl was exclaiming; "I
won't have it. Two of you onto me at once isn't
fair."
In a moment Mont was there. He found the
two young men, Sam Holly and Jerry Dabble,
standing over his chum with two ropes' ends, with.
which they were hitting him.
What are you licking him for? asked Mont,
his eyes flashing.
"Because he won't get the breakfast," said
Holly.
He's not your servant-why should he?"
"He'll have to do it, or you will," said Sam the
bully, setting his arms akimbo and staring impu-
dently at Mont.
"My good fellow," said the latter, "'don't you
make any error. Neither my friend nor myself
means to do anything on board this ship unless.
we're asked civilly."
Jerry Dabble laughed. You're a fool to talk
that way! he roared.
Mont immediately gave him a cuff on the ears
which sent him rolling over a bunk.












CHAPTER VII.


A LIVELY ENCOUNTER.

THE two sailors were astonished beyond meas-
ure at Mont's quick action.
"Good for you, Mont!" cried Carl Barnaby,
while Stump grinned with intense delight.
I'll go and tell the captain," growled Jerry, as
he got up slowly.
Sam Holly, who was a thick-set, heavy-looking
fellow, turned to Mont. I have had enough of
this nonsense. Do you mean to do your work or
not?"
"Certainly not; do it yourself."
"Do you want a good hiding?"
"You can't give it to me."
"I can try, can't I? said Holly.
"So can any other fool; but it doesn't follow
he will do it."
Look here, I've been two voyages before this.
You're a green hand compared to me, and I'm boss







A LIVELY ENCOUNTER.


here. We are short-handed. Do the work, and
I'll make things easy for you; if not, it will be
worse for you."
I'll chance that," said Mont.
Do you mean to risk a sound thrashing? "
"Oh, yes, I'm game for a rough-and-tumble.
It's sure to come sooner or later, and we may as
well get it over at once."
Mind your eye, then," yelled Holly.
His ugly face glowed with passion, and his
great, stupid-looking ears seemed to stick out like
cabbage leaves.
"Come on," he said.
"I'm ready," returned Mont.
The fight commenced in the little cabin, and it
was evident that the combatants were in earnest.
Our hero found his opponent as strong as a
young bull, but he had not very much skill.
Parrying his blows and hitting hard when he
had a good chance, Mont punished him severely.
But he was knocked down first.
Will that do for you," said Holly, or do you
want any more? "
"More, please," exclaimed Mont, getting up,







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And then he clipped Holly two heavy ones that
knocked him nearly down a ladder.
Holly foamed with rage. Come on! he ex-
claimed, in a husky voice.
The fight continued for ten minutes, with vary-
ing success. At last Mont saw a good chance,
and, pretending to strike Holly's face, he dropped
his hand and hit him in the stomach.
As the bully fell back, gasping for breath, Mont
exclaimed:
How do you like it now, you bully? Do you
want any more ?"
"Not this voyage," rejoined Holly dismally;
" you're best man."
It's a pity you didn't find that out before," re-
marked Mont. However, it's never too late to
learn. Perhaps you will get our breakfast ready.
I'm master now. Do you understand that, Mr.
Bully?"
"Don't crow. I'm licked this time, but my
turn may come. Sit down and have your
grub."
Mont was quite satisfied with his victory.
He shook hands with Holly, and they all sat







A LIVELY ENCOUNTER.


down together, making a comfortable breakfast,
though the fare was not luxurious.
Carl and our hero went on deck afterward, and,
hearing an altercation forward, ran in that direc-
tion.
Captain Savage was beating a sailor with a
marlinspike for some breach of discipline.
The crew looked on without interfering.
The sailor was a fine, handsome fellow, and in
vain begged the tyrant to desist. The poor fel-
low's face was streaming with blood, and Mont's
anger arose instantly.
Rushing forward, he seized the captain's arm,
and exclaimed:
Stop that-I won't have it!"
The next moment he was alarmed at his rash-
ness.
Turning upon him with incredible fury, the
captain exclainred:
"How dare you speak to me, youngster! I'll
break every bone in your body! "
At a sign from the first mate, on whose face sat
a smile of malicious satisfaction, four men fell
upon Mont, whose arms were pinioned, and he







50 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.

was thrown on his back, where he lay perfectly
helpless.
Take him away," continued Captain Savage.
"I will deal with him presently. It's a pity I
took the young whelp on board; he should have
drowned if I'd have known what he was made of."
Strong arms lifted Mont up, and he was forced
into a dark hole, near the cook's galley, where he
was half stifled with the heat and smell of tar.
Mont felt he was now in for it, and no mistake.













CHAPTER VIII.


MONT IS PUNISHED.

"HANG the luck, anyway! "
In a miserable state of mind, but still very
angry, Mont sat down in his gloomy prison, and
wondered what would happen next.
An hour later the captain called up the first
mate.
Let the prisoner be brought forward, and call
the hands to witness punishment; muster them
all. I mean to make an example."
The mate summoned the crew, all of whom
trooped forward with a sullen and discontented
air.
The first mate went to Mont, and personally
conducted him on deck.
Now, my lad," said the captain, with a brutal
air, I'm going to let you know what discipline
is. Strip!"







52 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


Looking around him defiantly, Mont did not
move.
"Do you hear me?" thundered the captain.
"Strip! "
Captain Savage," said Mont quietly, "I pro-
test against this treatment. You saved my life
and the lives of my companions, for which I
thank you. We would leave your ship at once if
we could. As it is, we are unwilling passengers."
"You are a part of the crew, and must work
out your passage."
Not at all. We have not signed articles, and
you have no power over us so long as we conduct
ourselves properly."
Why did you interfere between me and one of
my crew? But I'll waste no words with you,"
replied the captain. "Tie him to the fore-
mast."
He caught up the rope's end and hit Mont a
single blow.
He was about to go on, when the sailors ad-
vanced in a body, and formed a line between him
and Mont.
"Back, you scoundrels! Back, mutinous







MONT IS PUNISHED.


dogs!" exclaimed the captain in a greater rage
than ever.
The solid line remained immovable, and Mont
was set free.
Both mates put themselves by the captain's side,
as they feared a crisis was approaching, and they
determined to side with the skipper.
Look'ee here, cappen," said an old, grizzled
sailor. "I've shipped aboard o' many vessels,
and I've seen a few skippers, but never the likes o'
you. We don't want to do you no harm, but we
aint a-goin' to stan' by and see that poor lad
flogged half to death because he interfered for one
o' US."
I'll have you all tried at the first port I come
to! exclaimed the captain.
Slog, the mate, caught the captain's arm.
For Heaven's sake, go below, and leave them
to me! he said.
"Not I. Where are my pistols? I'll shoot
some of the dogs."
"Be guided by me, sir. Let them alone this
time, and tackle them one by one. If you don't,
they'll do something desperate."







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The captain mumbled something which was in-
audible. He was almost speechless with rage.
Suddenly the voice of the lookout man rang out
clearly:
"A strange sail."
"Where away ?" asked the captain.
On the larboard bow, sir."
The captain took his telescope, and began to
examine the strange sail.
Everyone crowded to the side to have a look,
and every eye was soon searching the horizon.
Even Mont shared the excitement.
He had a pocket glass, and brought it into use.
"Perhaps we'll be taken off," he said to Carl.
"'I sincerely hope so," replied his chum. I've
had enough of this ship."












CHAPTER IX.


DOCTOR HOMER WODDLE.

IT was soon discovered that the sail was noth-
ing more or less than a man clinging to a chicken
coop, who had taken off his shirt and hoisted it on
high to attract attention.
When he was neared, a boat was lowered, and
the unfortunate man picked up and brought on
board.
He was a little, wiry man, about forty-five years
of age, with sharp, intelligent face, and an expres-
sion of anything but good temper.
Which is the captain of this vessel? he asked
on coming aboard.
I am," replied Captain Savage.
"You've been a long time picking me up.
What do you mean by it? said the little man.
That's a cool remark;" said the captain, con-
sidering we have, in all probability, saved your
life."







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"And if you have, you only did your duty.
Where is your cabin? Give me some fresh
clothes immediately, and something to eat and
drink."
"You've got a nerve," said the captain, in-
clined to be angry. I've a good mind never to
save anyone again."
"That will not matter much to me. You are
not likely to save me twice."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Homer Woddle, sir.
"You speak loud enough," replied the captain.
"Bah! it's evident you are not a man of science,
or you would have heard of me. I have written
books, sir-books! "
"What then?"
"I am a famous man. My position in life is
that of Secretary to the Society for-the Explora-
tion of the Unknown Parts of the World, sir, and
I am making my third voyage."
"How were you wrecked? "
"That is the strangest thing. But give me
to eat and drink, clothe me, and you shall
hear."







DOCTOR HOMER WODDLE.


"Speak first, and then I'll think of it, Mr.
Woddle," said the captain.
The conversation was audible enough to be
heard by all on board, who crowded round the
speakers in a way that showed how severely disci-
pline on board the ship had been interfered with
by the late occurrence.
"Well, well, well," cried the little man, irri-
tably, "what a boy you are! I left Boston last
week on board the Comet. Well, sir, that ship
was fitted up at a great expense in order that we
might make discoveries. Do you see?"
Not clearly as yet," answered the captain.
"Tush, be quiet," exclaimed the irritable little
man; "don't interrupt me. This morning about
eight o'clock we were struck amidships, but be-
low the water line, by a wonderful sea monster,
which nearly cut us in two."
"Did the ship sink?"
She did almost directly afterward. I seized
a chicken coop, and here I am."
"A monster cut you in two!" exclaimed the
captain, opening his eyes. What sort of a mon-
ster? Did you see it?"







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We did for a few minutes. It was black and
long, like a gigantic eel, and threw out phosphor-
escent light."
Then there was something electric about it? "
remarked the first mate.
Undoubtedly."
That's a strange yarn," observed the captain.
He took Dr. Homer Woddle, the Secretary of
the Society for the Exploration of the Unknown
Parts of the World, into his cabin, gave him dry
clothes, and provided him with the best dinner the
resources of the ship could afford.
Mont had listened curiously to the conversation
between Captain Savage and the newcomer.
Taking Carl's arm, he said:
"That's a wonderful yar of that fellow who
has just come on board."
"Very."
"I don't know what to make of it, exactly. A
fish is a fish, and unless it has a big horn, it can't
sink a ship."
Perhaps he's cracked."
"Not he. I have heard of him. There is
something in it. The man is sane enough. He







DOCTOR HOMER WODDLE.


has been wrecked, and he has told his story plainly
enough, only I don't believe in the strange
animal."
"What is it, then?"
That's the mystery. There can't be any rocks
in the middle of the sea. It isn't a rock."
Then it must be a wonderful fish."
A couple of hours passed when Dr. Woddle
came on deck, arm in arm with Captain Savage.
After a time the scientist left the captain, and
met Mont.
Nice weather, my lad," he exclaimed.
"Who are you calling 'my lad' ?" asked
Mont.
You're one of the crew, I suppose, and you
needn't be so snappish."
I'm a passenger," replied Mont, "and my
name is Mont Folsom. Sorry I haven't got a
card, but I was wrecked yesterday, and that will
account for it. I and my companions come from
Nautical Hall."
"Indeed! I presume you were picked up as I
was? Did you meet with the singular animal
that destroyed my ship ?"







60 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


Can't say I did. What was he like?"
A huge, long thing, covered with scales, half
in, half out of the water."
Are we likely to meet with him again?"
"I should think so," answered the scientist.
"Look there!"
"Where? exclaimed Mont.
"To the right. I don't understand those con-
founded sea terms, and I don't know larboard
from starboard, but on my right is the creature."
"The dreaded animal?" asked Mont, with a
laugh.
"Yes. Look!"
Our hero followed the direction of the out-
stretched arm, and beheld a curious sight.
Not far from the ship was a long, black-looking
thing, lying like a great round log on the water.
It was the submarine monster.












CHAPTER X.


THE SUBMARINE TERROR.

CAPTAIN SAVAGE at once came to the rail, and
was soon busily engaged in looking at the wonder-
ful creature which Homer Woddle declared had
sunk the ship in which he had been sailing.
The crew were much agitated, for seamen are
at all times superstitious, and, never having heard
of such a strange monster, they fancied its appear-
ance boded no good.
The monster, which had been perfectly inert up
to this time, threw out a marvelous light, which
illuminated the depths of the sea.
The magnificent irradiation was evidently the
result of electricity, and it revealed the shape of
the strange fish, if fish it was, very distinctly.
Its form was what we may call a lengthened
oval, tapering off at the head and tail, which were
under the water, only part of the scaly back being
exposed to the air.







62 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


Dr. Woddle called the captain.
Sir," he said, the monster is again close to
us. I ask you, in the interest of science, to cap-
ture it."
"Who's going to do it, and how is it to be
done? said Captain Savage.
This thing is a scourge of the ocean. It de-
stroys ships, therefore it is your duty to destroy
it," persisted the man of science.
"We will harpoon it, if you like, though I do
not know why I should risk the lives of my crew.
Where's Bowline? Pass the word for Bowline,"
said the captain.
When Bill Bowline made his appearance he
was trembling like a leaf.
Get your harpoon, my man," said the captain.
"Not me, sir," said the sailor firmly. "I
wouldn't harm a scale of the critter's back, were it
ever so near. We shall all be sent to the bottom
of the sea if I do."
Turning to Homer Woddle, the captain said:
"You see the feeling of my men; what can I
'do?"
"I'll do it myself," said the man of science







THE SUBMARINE TERROR.


grandly. "If no one will attack this monster,
the honor and the glory of the task shall belong to
me. Give me a boat and loaded guns. It will
be hard, indeed, if I cannot put a bullet in him,
and lay the mighty brute low. Who will volun-
teer for this splendid task ?"
There was no response.
"What! Are you all cowards? Will no one
volunteer?" continued the man of science scorn-
fully.
. Mont stepped forward.
"I'm with you, sir!" he exclaimed. "Can't
stand by and see a gentleman left alone. I'm
not afraid of the creature."
Carl, as a matter of course, took his place by
our hero's side, and so did Stump.
Where Mont went his devoted friend and
equally attached follower felt bound to go as a
matter of duty.
"Three of you. Bravo! cried the scientist.
"Now, we are four, and we shall triumph.
Lower a boat, if you please."
The order was given to put the ship about, and
a spot favorable for the enterprise being selected







64 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


near the monster, a boat was lowered, into which
the volunteers descended.
Carl and Stump took the oars, Mont grasped
the tiller, and Dr. Woddle stood in the bows with
a loaded gun under each arm.
"My four troublesome customers," said the
captain, in a low tone to the first mate, stand a
very good chance of never returning."
It will be a cheap way to get rid of them, al-
though it may cost us the boat," said the mate in
the same tone.
Steady, my lads," said the scientist. "Easy
all; keep the head before the wind, Mr. Folsom, if
you please."
Steady she is," answered Mont.
The boat stopped at a short distance from the
monster, and Homer Woddle stood up, placed a
gun to his shoulder, and fired.
The ball struck the huge slumbering beast, but
glided off its back as if it had struck a piece of
polished steel.
"Hard as the hide of a rhinoceros," said the
man of science; "we must try again. Steady,
boys."









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The monster, however, did not seem to approve
of being shot at, and seemed to tremble violently
for a moment.
Then with incredible velocity it darted past the
rowboat, which was upset in a moment, and pro-
ceeded to strike the ship.
It struck the unfortunate vessel a terrific blow
directly back of the bow.
The crash was distinctly audible, and amid the
noise of falling masts and flapping sails were
heard the cries of the sailors and the moans of the
dying.
After the concussion the monster retired as it
had come.
A cloud obscured the surface of the ocean, and
it was difficult to tell where it had gone, or what
had become of the ship.
Mont found himself struggling in the sea, and
wondered what had become of his companions.
Hang those monsters of the deep," he said to
himself; I don't like them."
Swimming gently, he got hold of one of the
oars of the boat, and so kept himself afloat with-
out much exertion.







66 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.

It was not a hopeful position to be in.
Struggling alone in the middle of a vast ocean,
ignorant of the fate of his companions, and doubt-
ful of succor, it was not to be wondered at if he
felt inclined to despair.
Would he sink or swim? The question was,
just then, a hard one to answer.













CHAPTER XI.


ON THE BACK OF THE MONSTER.

MONT was alone on the ocean with nothing but
water in sight.
Yet his heart did not fail him.
Well," he said aloud, I like adventures, and
now I have met with a beautiful one. Perhaps I
shall be picked up. Perhaps not."
Five minutes passed. To our hero they seemed
an age.
"Hullo! Hi! What cheer? Ship ahoy!"
he cried.
He had scarcely closed his lips, after this ap-
peal for help, when he felt his arm seized vigor-
ously.
"Who are you? he asked.
"If you will lean upon my shoulder," was the
reply, "you will soon gain strength and swim
better."







68 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


"Is it you, Stump? said Mont, recognizing
the voice of his faithful friend.
At your service, Master Mont. I have been
swimming about everywhere looking for you ever
since that submarine beast swamped us. Ugh!
What a terrible brute it is! It laughs at bullets,
and cares no more for sinking a ship than I should
for kicking over a stool."
"Is no one saved? "
"I can't tell any more than you; all I thought
of was to swim after you."
The situation was as terrible a one as cani well
be imagined.
Those on board the vessel were in too much
trouble, if they were yet living, to think of the
perils of the others who had courted destruction
by going in the boat to attack the monster.
Nor would Captain Savage feel very friendly
disposed toward them, because it was Dr. Wod-
dle's shot that caused the slumbering creature to
rush madly upon the vessel.
Mont began to calculate the chances of safety.
If the ship -had not foundered the crew might
lower another boat in the morning to search for







ON THE BACK OF THE MONSTER.


them. The sun would not rise for about eight
hours. Could they exist so long in the water
without fainting or becoming cramped by the
sluggish circulation of the blood?
In vain he tried to pierce the dense darkness
which surrounded them, for now the moon had
disappeared, and bad weather seemed imminent
again.
About two o'clock in the morning our hero was
seized with extreme fatigue; his limbs were a prey
to an agonizing cramp.
Stump put his arm around him, but he drew his
breath with difficulty, and evidently required all
his strength for himself.
Let me go, boy," said Mont; save yourself."
Certainly not," said Stump quickly. We're
not going down just yet."
At that moment the moon appeared again from
under the edge of a thick cloud which had con-
cealed it for a time, and the surface of the sea
sparkled under its rays.
This fortunate light put new strength into the
boys, and Mont searched the horizon with eager,
careful gaze.







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He saw the ship, or what appeared to be her,
about two miles off, looking like a somber, inert
mass, but there was no sign of a boat.
At first he was inclined to cry for help, but of
what use would it have been at that distance?
"Here, this way! Hi! help, help!" shouted
Stump.
Was it one of those delusive sounds which the
anxious mind sometimes conjures up, or did an
answer really come to the lad's cry for help?
"Did you hear anything?" asked Mont.
Yes, I thought so," said Stump, and he began
to cry out again.
"Help, help!"
This time there was no mistake. A human
voice clearly responded through the darkness.
Stump lifted himself as high out of the water
as he could, and taking a look, fell back exhausted,
clinging desperately to the oar.
"Did you see anything?" asked Mont anx-
iously.
"Yes; don't talk, sir; we want all our
strength."
There was a hopeful ring in his voice which in-







ON THE BACK OF THE MONSTER.


spired Mont, who, however, fancied he heard the
boy sigh almost directly afterward.
He thought of the monster. Was it still near
them ? But, if so, whence came the voice?
They began to swim with all the strength they
had left, and after some minutes of continued
exertion, for moving was a painful task in their
state, Stump spoke again.
Are you far off? he said.
Not far-push on," replied the voice, which
Mont fancied he knew.
Suddenly an outstretched hand seized him; he
was pulled violently out of the water, just as his
senses were going, and, after someone had rubbed
his hands vigorously, he opened his eyes and mur-
mured:
Stump."
Here, sir," replied the lad.
By the rays of the moon our hero saw a figure
which was not that of Stump, but which he recog-
nized easily.
"Dr. Woddle? he said.
"Right, my lad," answered the man of science.
"Where is Carl?"







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"Here," answered our hero's chum. "The
doctor and I stuck together, and our only con-
cern has been for you."
"Where are we? asked Mont puzzled; this
thing I am sitting on seems firm enough."
It's a floating island," answered Woddle.
A horrible thought crossed Mont's mind to
which he could not give expression.
To put you out of your misery at once," con-
tinued Dr. Woddle, "we are on the back of the
gigantic creature at whom I shot, and I know
now why I did not kill him."
"Why?"
"Because he is ironclad, or something very like
it. I can make no impression upon the scaly mon-
ster with my knife."
These words produced a strange feeling in
Mont's mind. He found that he was really with
his friends on the back of the monster, which con-
tinued to float on the surface, after causing the
partial destruction of the ship.
He got up and stamped his foot. It was cer-
tainly a hard, impenetrable body, and not the soft
substance of which all the marine inhabitants that







ON THE BACK OF THE MONSTER.


he had heard of were made, such as whales,
sharks, walruses, and the like. If anything, it
more resembled a tortoise or an alligator. A hol-
low sound was emitted when it was struck, and it
appeared to be made of cast-iron plates secured
together.
"What is your opinion of the creature, sir?"
asked Mont.
"You want my candid opinion as a man of
science? said the doctor.
Certainly, sir."
"I should say, then, that this peculiarly con-
structed monster is the result of human hands and
ingenuity."
In that case, it is not a monster at all."
By no means; I am very much in the dark at
present, but I am positive that there is some won-
derful mystery about this thing, which to my
mind is a sort of submarine ship, ingeniously con-
structed to sail under the water for a time, and to
come to the surface for a supply of fresh air from
time to time. In short, an electric submarine
boat."











CHAPTER XII.


INSIDE OF THE "SEARCHER."

ALL three of the boys were greatly astonished.
"It beats the Dutch! cried Carl.
"If that is so," said Mont, there must be some
internal mechanism to make it work about."
"Evidently."
"It gives no sign of life."
"Not at present," answered the man of science.
"But we have seen it move. It has appeared and
disappeared. Consequently, it must have hidden
machinery."
"Of course."
"So that we come to the conclusion, which is
inevitable, that there must be a man or men in-
side to direct the ship."
"Hurrah! cried our hero; I didn't think of
that. We are saved if that is so, and it must be as
you say."
"Hum!" muttered the professor; "I don't







INSIDE OF THE "SEARCHER."


know so much about that. If, when it makes a
start, it glides along the surface of the water, we
are all right; but if it goes down, we are lost."
I've got an idea," said Mont, after a pause.
"We must knock at the door, and see if we can
find anyone at home."
His companions laughed.
"I have searched carefully," said Carl, "but I
can't find even a manhole."
There was nothing to do but to wait until
morning.
Mont wanted to keep his feet warm, so he
amused himself by kicking his heels upon the
body beneath him.
"I'll wake 'em up," he said. "They shan't
sleep if they won't let me in."
Their safety depended absolutely upon the ca-
price of the mysterious steersman who inhabited
the ironclad, fish-shaped machine.
It seemed to the professor that before those in-
side descended again they would have to open
some hole to obtain air.
, All were now very tired, wet, and hungry, and
soon a raging thirst began to attack them.







76 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


Our hero fancied he heard vague sounds be-
neath him, but could not be sure.
Who were the strange beings that lived in the
floating iron shell?
Kicking angrily upon the iron surface, Mont
said:
You are very inhospitable inside. I am hun-
gry and thirsty. Do you want me to die up
here?"
He had no sooner spoken than a flap beside him
opened and a railing came up as if by magic.
Half the body of a strong, wiry, thick-bearded
man appeared. He held a curious wire net.
The net fell over Mont's head, and he felt him-
self dragged over the railing and down into the
interior of the iron shell.
A cry of terror broke from his companions, an-
swered by a smothered yell from Mont, as the
flap fell back and shut out any further view of
the interior.
Our hero had vanished.
This removal, so brutally executed, was accom-
plished with the rapidity of lightning.
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for Carl and Stump they were chilled to the mar-
row of their bones with fear.
What have they done with him? Carl asked.
"Your friend is the first victim," replied the
professor. "Perhaps they mean to eat him.
For my part, they may eat me as soon as they like;
anything is preferable to this."
"I wish I could get at them," replied Stump.
"I'd soon have Master Mont out."
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when
the trap door opened again, and the servant was
dragged down below in a similar manner.
Really this is very extraordinary," said the
professor; two of us are gone. We are no doubt
in the hands of pirates, wretched rovers of the sea,
who have brought science to their aid. It is to
be hoped--"
The door opened while he was speaking and a
long arm twining round his waist dragged him
too into the heart of this floating prison.
His legs kicking up ludicrously in the air at-
tracted the attention of Carl, who could not re-
frain from laughing, miserable though he was.
My turn next," muttered the youth.







78 THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


He was not long kept in suspense.
The long net twined, snakelike, round him, and
he too descended into the bowels of the infernal
machine.
Mont's experience was that of all of them.
He had descended an iron ladder and was
pushed into a room, the door of which shut to
with a heavy bang.
In ten minutes they were all together in the
same compartment.
The darkness of their prison was so intense as
to prevent our hero seeing his hand before his
face.
Thus it was impossible to guess where they
were, or even to tell if they were alone or not.
"This is an outrage," said the doctor. "I
protest against it. Is the author of a dozen
immortal works to be treated like a naughty
schoolboy ?"
We're prisoners," remarked Mont, "and it's
no use hallooing. They're not going to eat us.
This isn't an oven, and I think we are better here
than up above."
"At least we had our liberty," continued the







INSIDE OF THE "SEARCHER."


doctor, who was never satisfied or happy unless
he was at work or grumbling.
I've got a knife," said Stump boldly, and I'll
stick the first that comes near me. It's a regular
pig-sticker, my knife, and I'll bet they feel it."
"Don't you do anything of the sort!" cried
Mont. You might get us all killed."
"It's very hard if a poor boy can't do some-
thing."
You'll get it hot if anyone is listening to you.
If you don't care for yourself, think of us."
Stump grumbled inaudibly, and Mont began to
take the dimensions of the prison in which they
were.
This he did by walking about, and he made it
twenty feet long by ten wide. The walls were of
iron, made of plates riveted together.
Half an hour passed. At the expiration of that
time, the cabin was illuminated by a flood of light
so vivid and blinding that it was difficult to bear
the intensity.
Mont recognized the electric light that had
floated round the ship when he first saw it.
When he got used to its clear whiteness, he







So THE WIZARD OF THE SEA.


looked up and saw that it proceeded from a globe
which hung from the ceiling.
Light at last; our captors are becoming more
civil," said the doctor, rubbing his hands gayly.
"It's about time, I think," answered our hero.
They were not much better off, however, for
the cabin only contained a table and five wooden
stools, but the light was refreshing and made them
more cheerful.
Not a sound reached their ears; everywhere
reigned the silence of the grave.
Perhaps the ship had sunk to the bottom of the
ocean, for it seemed to have the power of going
where its strange owner wished.
In a short time the door opened and two men
appeared.
Visitors at last! murmured Mont to himself.













CHAPTER XIII.


THE OWNER OF THE SUBMARINE MONSTER.

OF the two who had entered one was a negro,
with intelligent but flat face, and short, woolly
hair.
The other was a tall, handsome white man, with
keen, searching eyes that looked into the very soul.
He wore a thick mustache, whiskers, and beard,
and appeared to be an American.
He regarded the prisoners with a fixed gaze and
said something to the negro in an unknown lan-
guage, which was so sweet and soft that it seemed
to be all vowels and no consonants.
At length he fixed his eyes upon the doctor,
who, as the eldest of the party, seemed to be the
leader of it. The professor made a low bow.
I presume," he said, "that I am in the pres-
ence of the proprietor of this singular machine,
and as I am a man of science I respect one who







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could conceive and carry out the idea of a sub-
marine ship."
There was no answer.
Permit me to tell you our history," continued
the professor.
Still no reply.
He's remarkably polite," remarked Mont.
"Perhaps he don't understand our language."
"Leave him to me," said the professor; "my
name may have an effect upon him. I am Dr.
Homer Woddle, Professor of Natural History,
and Secretary to the Society for the Exploration
of the Unknown Parts of the World. I have
written valuable books, sir, which have been trans-
lated into foreign languages."
The professor paused to look proudly around
him.
Nothing in the face of the man before them
indicated that he understood one word.
Undaunted by this silence, the doctor con-
tinued:
This, sir, is my friend Mr. Mont Folsom,
this my friend Mr. Carl Barnaby. The lad is
their servant."







OWNER OF THE SUBMARINE MONSTER. 83

There was still no answer, and then the pro-
fessor grew cross.
He spoke in French, then in German, finally in
Greek and Latin; but with the same disheartening
effect.
Not a muscle of the stranger's face moved.
Turning to the right, he muttered some words
in his incomprehensible language, and, without
making any reassuring sign to the prisoners,
turned on his heel and walked away, the door
closing after him.
"Well, I'm blowed! said Mont. "This is a
queer go, and no mistake."
I know one thing," said Carl; "that is, I am
dying with hunger."
"If they would only give me a saucepan
and some fire," said Stump, "I'd make some
soup."
How?"
"I've got my boots, and the Unknown who
came in let his sealskin cap fall. I picked it up
and sneaked it. The two together wouldn't make
bad soup."
While he spoke the door opened again, and an-







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other negro entered with a tray upon which were
four plates.
A savory smell issued from them. Knives and
forks were provided, and having placed the plates
on the table the negro raised the covers.
Food! said Mont; that's good."
Not up to much, Master Mont, I'll bet," ob-
served Stump.
"What do you know about it ?"
"What can they give us? Porpoise stew,
fillets of dogfish, or stewed shark. I'd rather have
some salt junk on board the ship."
The negro disappeared with the covers, and all
but Stump sat down.
"Fire away, Stump," said Mont, looking at the
dishes.
After you; I can wait," replied the boy-of-all-
work.
Sit down, I tell you. When people are ship-
wrecked they are all equal. Pitch in," answered
Mont.
Stump sat down. There was no bread, tea, or
coffee, but a bottle of water supplied its place.
It was difficult to say what the dinner consisted







OWNER OF THE SUBMARINE MONSTER. 85

of. It was a mixture of fish and vegetable mat-
ter, but not an atom of meat.
For some time no one spoke. The business of
eating was all-absorbing, for one must eat, espe-
cially after a shipwreck.
It was consoling to reflect they were not des-
tined to die of hunger.
I think," exclaimed Stump, when he had fin-
ished his plate, "that they mean to fatten us be-
fore they kill us! "
Hold your tongue till you are spoken to," said
Mont.
"Yes, sir. I know I'm only an odd boy,
but-"
Shut up, I tell you. I want to go to sleep."
"Certainly, sir. Sorry I took the liberty, but
if I don't talk to somebody I must talk to myself."
Try it on, that's all, and if you wake me when
I'm asleep, I'll give you something for yourself.
I'm just getting dry, and shall sleep like a top,"
answered our hero, throwing himself in a corner.
The professor, who was worn out, had already
chosen his corner.
Carl followed his example, and soon all slept.













CHAPTER XIV.


THE ATTACK.

How long he slept Mont did not know.
He woke first, and saw his companions snoring
like those who are over-tired.
Nothing was changed in the apartment, ex-
cept that the remains of the dinner had been
removed.
It was with difficulty that he managed to
breathe, and he guessed that he had consumed all
the oxygen in his prison. His lungs were op-
pressed, and the heavy air was not sufficient for
proper respiration.
While Mont was arranging his toilet a valve
opened in the side of the room, and a fresh cur-
rent of sea air swept into the cabin.
Evidently the vessel had ascended to the sur-
face of the ocean and taken in a fresh supply of
air.







THE ATTACK.


The others, influenced by this invigorating at-
mosphere, woke up, and rubbing their eyes started
to their feet.
Stump looked at Mont and asked if he had slept
well.
Pretty well. How are you, Mr. Professor ?"
I breathe the sea air, and I am content," an-
swered Dr. Woddle. How long have we slept?
It must be four-and-twenty hours, at least, for I
am hungry again; I cannot tell to a certainty, for
my watch has stopped."
There is one comfort," replied Mont, "we are
not in the hands of cannibals, and we shall be well
treated."
"I don't know about that," said Stump.
"They've got no fresh meat on board; all they
gave us yesterday was fishy stuff; and four fine,
fat, healthy fellows- "
"Shut up, Stump," cried Mont; "how often
am I to tell you to hold your tongue? "
I know I'm only an odd boy, but-"
Will you be quiet? exclaimed our hero, tak-
ing up a stool threateningly.
"All right; I won't say anything more."




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