The Brighton Boys in the Submarine Treasure Ship

Peering through the darkness the new arrivals on the _Jules Verne_ could scarcely make out the outlines of the other craft. She seemed at first glance like a good-sized sloop wi...

Could it be possible that this fellow was a submarine pickpocket who was playing his own little game? Was he a pirate of the deep who pretended to be working for others and all...

Just then one of the trio stirred at the table and Jay drew back hurriedly lest his presence be noted. At the same time the Brighton lad heard the guard moving on the other side...

Some fellows are pursued by luck no matter where they turn in life. Others of evil design seem to be able to get away with anything they attempt solely on their nerve. Carl Wedd...

Cape May Light loomed in the distance like a lone sentinel of the night. At intervals of ten seconds its long penciled rays shot out over the ocean as the giant electric beacon...

Light! The glorious sunlight of the world! Voices, too; the friendly voices of his old chums aboard the _Nemo_. These were the evidences of returned life to Jay Thacker as he la...

Several days had elapsed since the capture of the mysterious pirate ship and her motley crew. The _Jules Verne_ had remained on the job at Martha's Vineyard while her divers car...

Peering intently through the water Dick watched every move of Weddigen. The latter had knelt on the sandy bottom and was tinkering with the steel chest. His back was turned to t...

Imagine the surprise of the boys the next morning when they appeared at the Emerson wharf to report to Captain Austin to find a trim little submarine craft hugging the quay, her...

The smiling face of Captain Austin greeted Jay as the latter climbed up through the forward hatch of the _Nemo_ for a breath of the clear fresh morning air. The _Nemo_ had arriv...

Jay Thacker, ensign in the Navy of the United States, veteran of many months' service in the grand fleet of the American Admiral Sims in European waters, grabbed his old chum Di...

There was now no chance to avert the explosion of the time bomb within the coal barge. On the appointed time it would go off as arranged and unless the mechanism by some freak o...

It was morning. Captain Austin, won over by the arguments of Jay Thacker, one of his crack divers, had decided to postpone the return trip to Bridgeford twenty-four hours in ord...

"Come on, Fismes, old boy; you've been with us in more than one pinch and saw us safely through," called Jay a few mornings later to the famous dog of war that he and Dick Monag...

It was the sixteenth day of August. Only a month remained until Brighton Academy was scheduled to begin another school year. And what a year it promised to be! Many lads who had...

"By George! that was a narrow call for me," vouchsafed Brown, the yard superintendent, to the three rescuers, whom he had invited into his office following the tilt with the cro...

Closing the aquascope of the _Nautilus_ with a quick turn of the air control, Superintendent Brown stepped lightly across the diving compartment of the new salvage ship to the s...

Even as the crowd of sailors on the _Jules Verne_ cheered, Jay Thacker turned on his back in the waters of Long Island Sound and waved a hearty salute to his friends. Unharmed,...

A familiar voice sounded in the ears of Dick Monaghan as he swung up through the big shipyard at Bridgeford bound for the office of Superintendent Brown in the hope that he woul...

It was the voice of Captain Austin, hailing the Brighton boys and their chum Larry Seymour. The three youths, with Fismes at their backs, had been sitting on a forward promenade...

Jay Thacker and Dick Monaghan, together with their friend Larry Seymour, took to the new diving ship of the Bridgeford Salvage Company like the proverbial ducks to water. Starti...