"She's still running under electric power, you know," explained Mr.
Farnum. "The distance is so short that Captain Benson doesn't consider
it worth while to start the gasoline engine."
Now, the boat came to a stop, with a slight reversing of her propellers.
At this moment the manhole cover of the conning tower was raised. Out
onto the platform deck surrounding the tower Captain Jack Benson nimbly
stepped. As he took the wheel in the open, the craft glided on with
hardly perceptible motion to a mooring buoy a few yards distant. Out
hopped another boy, in dark blue naval uniform and visored cap. This
youth, Eph Somers, ran nimbly forward over the hull. At just the right
instant Eph bent over, securing the forward tackle to the buoy, then
straightened up, saluting the young captain, as he called:
"Single tackle all fast, sir."
Now, a third boy, in uniform similar to those worn by the other two,
sprang out through the manhole. Hal Hastings, who had remained behind
to shut off the electric motor, waved his cap to Mr. Farnum.
"Well done, Captain Benson and crew!" shouted Jacob Farnum, heartily,
across the water.
"It won't take you long to be able to beat that performance, I take it,
Don," smiled the elder Melville at his Son. Don's upper lip curled just
perceptibly. Jacob Farnum frowned slightly, as he turned his face away.
It would not do to offend George Melville without cause, for that
gentleman was considering the raising of six or seven hundred thousand
dollars of additional working capital for the making of submarine boats.
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