The Brighton Boys with the Submarine Fleet by James R. [pseud.] Driscoll
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waves that it was next to impossible to sight on it. The only thing
to do was to fire at random, hoping against hope that a lucky shot would result in the detonation of the mine. "It's no use," shouted McClure above the crack of the firearms and the roar of the sea. Their shots were rattling harmlessly off the metallic sides of the mine. By now Cleary had swung the _Dewey_ around until she was pointed almost directly at the nearest mine, it being slightly off the port quarter. The engines had been reversed and started, and the submarine was drawing away. "We ought to clear this one and then be able to dive and get out of here," said McClure. But as he spoke a huge wave lifted the mine again and flung it full in the path of the submarine. As though drawn by some mysterious magnet the floating explosive seemed following the _Dewey_ at every turn---an unrelenting nemesis bent on the destruction of the American vessel. "Quick, Jack; grab that wireless upright forward!" commanded the young lieutenant. With alacrity Jack flung himself upon the steel aerial and wrenched it loose. It was a long tubing very much like an ordinary length of gas pipe set up usually forward as one of the wireless supports, and |
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