"And don't let 'em know where you came from, or what's up," called back
Jack Benson.
"Say, do you think I'm as foolish as I look?" blurted Eph,
half-indignantly. Those were the last words exchanged, for the
"Pollard," now moving slowly forward, had left its detached door
astern.
With only a couple of feet of the conning tower above surface, the
"Pollard" began to make good submerged time forward. Presently the
little craft dropped below the water altogether. Ten minutes later the
tower flashed above the water for just a moment.
The Naval commander quickly brought the night glass into play.
"That's the '_Massapequa_,'" he declared, laying down the glass.
"There, they've picked us up," cried Jack, as the light passed over
the top of the conning tower.
"They won't be sure after just that brief flash at us," rejoined
Ennerling. "Drop out of sight."
Jack let the "Pollard" drop at a semi-dive. Just as they had barely gone
under there was a steadier flash of light on the water in front of them.
Jack chuckled.
"Quick work," nodded Ennerling, approvingly. "The lookout on the
gunboat thought they saw something here on the water, and swung the ray
back to find out what it was. Now, they've doubtless concluded that
they were fooled by a shadow."
"The next time we come up we'll have passed the 'Massapequa' and be
astern of her," predicted Jack.
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