Killer whales and seal-creatures tangle Ken Torrance in an amazing adventure under the ice-roofed arctic sea.
nery was contained, he looked through its fused quartz peep-hole. He gaped in consternation.
There was, after all, a leak in the torpoon's shell, and a bad one. The machinery compartment was full of water.
"Gosh!" he muttered. "That means no light, no radio--no power! Guess I'm stranded!"
He considered the situation. It was not serious, for he had been in touch with the Narwhal after bagging the first whale and had given his position. The submarine would proceed to the kill immediately; then, after a while, not hearing from him, they would scour the neighborhood, just as they had hunted for Chan Beddoes when he did not return.
But they'd find him, Ken told himself--and soon. He had no idea how long he had lain unconscious, but probably by now the mother ship had already hooked onto the first whale; maybe she was already hunting for him.
"Well, I'd better get out and be ready to signal to 'em with the flash," he reflected. "They may miss me here in the mud."