had crept quickly into that handsome young face.

But Jack joined his own party at once. Through the rest of the evening
he did not encounter either the young woman or M. Lemaire. The latter,
in fact, had made himself practically invisible of late.

The next afternoon, early, a launch from the gunboat brought off the
pleasure party that was to make the trip on the submarine boat.

Mr. Farnum and David Pollard were ashore at this time. Captain Jack and
Eph Somers stood on the platform deck to receive and welcome the party.

The first young woman to whom Benson extended his hand to help her
aboard held up a camera for him to take first of all.

"Thank you," responded the young skipper, gravely. "We will send this
camera to the engine room. It will be returned to you at the end of
the trip."

As he spoke, he slipped the camera box back to Eph, who started for
the conning tower with it.

"But I wish to take some photographs with it," cried the young woman,
indignantly. "Especially, a flashlight when we are below the surface
of the ocean."

"I am most sorry, madam," Captain Jack replied, politely, "but it is
wholly out of the question for any photographs to be made aboard the
boat."