"You'll go--" began Benson.

He was in error, though. It was he himself who "went." As he reached
out with his right hand to seize Kamanako something happened. Exactly
what it was the young submarine captain never quite knew. But he found
himself sprawling under the seat at the opposite side of the cabin.

"Hi, yi! Wow!" exploded Eph, darting down the stairs. "Save some of
that for me!"

It was ready and waiting.

The carroty-topped boy crouched low, resting his hands on his knees,
after the manner of a football player awaiting an assault.

Kamanako slid in close. Ere Eph could seize him the Japanese let
himself fall lightly on one side. One of his feet hooked itself behind
Eph's advanced left ankle, the other foot pressing against the knee of
the same leg. Eph's ankle was yanked forward, his knee pressed back,
and Somers went toppling as a tree in the forest does.

Kamanako was so quickly on his feet again to suggest that he had fallen
and risen in the same movement. There was a quiet, yet dangerous, smile
on the face of the Japanese.

The door of the engine room opened swiftly though noiselessly.
Williamson, the machinist, took in the whole scene instantly. Hardly a
full step forward he took when his fist landed between the shoulders of
Kamanako, sending that young Japanese through the air, to land sprawling.