have a right to know."

"All right, Commodore," nodded one of the newspaper men, good-humoredly.
"You're all right. Go ahead and spin your yarn in your own way."

Thereupon, without telling anything that he had no right to tell, Eph
managed none the less to give his hearers an entertaining account of
the "Benson's" long trip down the coast without stop or help.

"And, unless I'm in a big error, gentlemen, ours is the longest trip
that a submarine boat ever took by itself."

"You're right there, too," nodded one of the newspaper men, who made a
study of naval affairs and records. "And the way this craft came in
this afternoon beat anything, so far as I'm aware, that was ever done
with a submarine."

"That's Captain Jack Benson's specialty," replied Eph Somers, his eyes
twinkling.

"What's his specialty!"

"Doing things with a submarine boat that have never been done before.
Captain Benson is the latest wonder in the submarine line."

"He has a very steady admirer in you, hasn't he?" inquired one of the
newspaper men, laughingly..

"Yes; and the same is true of anyone else who knows him well," declared
Eph, warmly. "Jack Benson is about the best fellow on earth--and one