When you're known as Mile-a-minute Matt, danger is just another speed bump. Motor Matt can handle any machine that moves, from roaring motorcycles to submarines that slip through the deep like ghosts. So when an American consul gets snatched by Central American revolutionists, Matt and his two loyal mates, the superstitious Canadian sea dog Dick Ferral and the jolly German giant Carl Pretzel, dive straight into harm's way. Their vessel: the submarine Grampus, captained by a sickly figure who bears an uncanny resemblance to a certain literary underwater legend. What begins as a rescue mission quickly founders on the skeleton of an ancient shipwreck, trapping them in crushing darkness while armed men hunt from above. The water is dark, the enemies are cunning, and every breath grows thinner. This is old-school adventure at its purest, where nerve matters more than firepower and friendship is the only engine that never fails. Perfect for anyone who wants a rollicking ride through exotic waters with characters who'd walk through hell in a rowboat for each other.
