"The safe was unlocked, and the rascals have found out how badly they've
been sold," laughed Mr. Lawton. "But why are you going so close to the
yacht? In their rage, they'll fight like fiends, and you are unarmed."
"We shall see what we shall see," dryly commented the commander,
murmuring a few words in Hal Hastings's ear.
Hal promptly dropped down below.
"Selma ahoy!" hailed Ennerling, when the submarine was once more up with
the yacht.
"Get quiet and go to sleep!" shouted back the leader of the mutineers,
derisively.
"Under the law you mutineers are pirates," shouted back the commander,
firmly. "If you don't surrender we shall be compelled to sink you."
"Sheer off and forget it!" jeered the mutineer.
"Look here, my man," bellowed Commander Ennerling, "we'll have no further
nonsense from you. Surrender, without further parley, or you'll find our
nose pointing at your side hull--and then there'll be some fireworks.
You can't be insolent with the United States Navy."
Then, leaning over the manhole, Commander Ennerling shouted down:
"Watch below!"
"Aye, aye, sir!" rose Hal's voice, clear and strong.
"Pass the word to load the torpedo tube."
"Aye, aye, sir!"
Next, hailing the "Selma," Ennerling called:
"Last hail before trouble! Do you surrender?"
"No, you sea-lawyer!"
Just a word to Jack from the Naval officer, and the "Pollard" shot
ahead of the other craft, then came up and around, going after the
yacht on the quarter, nose on.
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