If everything goes all right, we must come to the top of the water some time, and then we ought to have at least one man who understands surface navigation." "All right," said Clewe; "get your sailor." "I've got my eye on him; he's a Cape Cod man, and he's not so very old either.

When he was a boy people went about in ships with sails, and even after he grew up Cap'n Jim was a great feller to manage a catboat; for things has moved slower on the Cape than in many parts of the country." So Captain Jim Hubbell was engaged as sailor to the expedition; and when he came on to Sardis and looked over the Dipsey he expressed a general opinion of her construction and capabilities which indicated a disposition on his part to send her, and all others fashioned after her plan, to depths a great deal lower than ever had been contemplated by their inventors.

Still, as he wanted very much to go to the pole if it was possible that he could get there, and as the wages offered him were exceedingly liberal, Captain Jim enlisted, in the party.

His duties were to begin when the Dipsey floated on the surface of the sea like a commonsense craft.
A day or two before the expedition was ready to start, Roland Clewe was very much surprised one morning by a visit from Sammy's wife, Mrs.Sarah Block, who lost no time in informing him that she had made up her mind to accompany her husband on the perilous voyage he was about to make.
"You!" said Clewe.

"You could not go on such an expedition as that!" "If Sammy goes, I go," said Mrs.Block.