“Let's get out of here,” he breathed.
“Wait… we must seem normal. You—you look blue—spotted.”
“I feel blue and spotted. I was scared—never was so scared in all my life.”
“Sit here till you get over your j-jolt.”
“What are you going to do?” asked the American apprehensively as Smith arose.
“I must disable this machinery and give the tug a chance to escape.”
“Still got that in your head?”
“I must do something—I ought to explode that torpedo!”
“You're not going to do that, Caradoc. You're not! I have no—no appetite to be a martyr.”
The Englishman made no reply, but began moving around among the machinery with the crowbar. Leonard stirred himself to follow.
“You—you're not up to anything—not going to blow us up?”
“No, I'm not going to blow you up. That's my word.”
Oddly enough, Madden accepted it very simply, and went back and sat on the torpedo
