disabled in any way, I'm going down again and then come up with the
boat."

"It won't take you as long as it did this last time, will it?" demanded
one of the reporters.

"Wait right where you are," promised Jack Benson, "and you'll see me once
more before you've really had time to realize it."

"No more dramatic business, eh, and needless tears on our part?" insisted
another.

"This time," laughed Jack, "the dramatic will be confined to speed of
operation."

He motioned to the men to row out. Jack calculated, finely, just where
he had come up, and there the heavy anchor was dropped, the end of the
cable being made fast in the boat.

Then overboard dived the submarine captain, going straight down. A tug
at the line showed when he seized hold of it, down in the depths.

A little time passed, but now the newspaper folks, accustomed to all
manner of sensations, were not apprehensive.

"Here she comes!" shouted David Pollard, gleefully.

More and mote of the conning tower showed above the water, the platform
deck and hull coming next into view. Then, as the manhole cover was
raised, Eph Somers stepped into view at the steering wheel. The