"Hey," I yell, "we are makin' a thousand miles per hour through the ground!"
"Don't look through the ports," Wurpz says. "In passin' I saw an angleworm three times the size of a firehose, and a beetle big enough to saddle."
"Git into the compression chamber quick," I says to him. "You are gettin' hallucinations."
I turn on the air conditioning as it gets as humid in the Mole as in the Amazon jungle during the dog days. The boring inner spaceship starts screeching like a banshee.
I look at the instrument panel again and see we are close to being seven thousand miles down, and all at once the gauges show we are out of energy. I look out the port and see a fish staring in at me, and a crab with eyes like two poached eggs swimming in ketchup.
Then we are going through dirt again and all of a sudden we come out of it and I see a city below us all lit up and the buildings are m