We could take the boat to the surface instead." "Then it's impossible, sir, to leave the boat ?" questioned Jetson, his color again fading.
"Yes; if we opened the outer end of the torpedo tube, without being able to throw compressed air in there first, then the water would rush in and drown us." "I'm filled with wonder," Dan Dalzell muttered to himself.

"Staring certain death in the face, I can't understand how it happens that I'm not going around blubbering and making a frantic jackanapes of myself.

There's not a chance of living more than an hour or two longer, and yet I'm calm.

I wonder how it happens?
It isn't because I don't know what is coming to me.

I wonder if the other fellows feel just as I do ?" Dan glanced curiously around him at the other midshipmen faces.
"Do you know," said Darrin quietly, "I've often wondered how other men have felt in just such a fix as we're in now." "Well, how do you feel, Darry ?" Farley invited.
"I'm blessed if I really know.