"
"Want to get out on the platform deck?" inquired Captain Jack.
"Yes, by all means."
More of the water was expelled from the tanks until the platform deck
was two feet above the surface. Then the manhole was opened, and an
interested crowd hurried out on deck. Only Eph remained below, he, to
his disgust, being sent to the motor.
Jack Benson now stood at the deck wheel, while the others gathered at
the rail to watch the progress of the pursuit.
Even as they looked, the older man aft on the yacht fired his revolver
twice, aiming forward. The flashes could be distinctly made out, though
the reports of the weapon were borne away by the breeze.
"Have either of you gentlemen a revolver?" demanded Commander Ennerling
of his subordinate officers.
Neither of them had. Nor had any of the submarine's own people.
"Hm!" muttered the commander, grimacing. "This is a fine Naval outfit
to lay alongside of a craft that has a mutiny aboard!"
"Do you want to hail, or try to board the yacht?" inquired Jacob Farnum.
"I think we'd better run alongside and hail that crowd," answered
Commander Ennerling. "Yet, if it comes to it, we'll have board!"
Three shots flashed out, amidships, on the yacht, showing that the fire
was directed towards the stern. Two shots from the two men aft replied.
No one appeared to have been hit.
"We'll have to fight if we're to be of any use," muttered Ennerling.
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