It will all be points in the game we are fighting for."

As Benson spoke he swung his glass around to cover the deck of the
"Thor," that craft being, now, her full two miles away off the port beam.

"Rhinds has his whole crowd on deck, too," growled young Benson, using
his powerful marine glass with interest. "Yes; everyone on deck, except
two men for the engine room."

At this moment Lieutenant Danvers stepped on deck, looking as though he
had slept well. The naval officer carried a glass very much like the
submarine skipper's.

"It's almost mean of me to bring a glass on deck with me," laughed
Danvers. "Under the rules I'm forbidden to give you any information
I may find for myself."

Jack nodded pleasantly, then turned to sweep the sea ahead. At a
distance of a few miles it would be easy enough to miss the
half-submerged derelict.

For some three hours the flotilla swept on, with active officers on
every deck. The naval board had ordered this new formation ere reaching
the probable location of the derelict.

"We haven't passed the thing, anyway," Jack muttered to Eph. "The sea
isn't rough enough for that to be possible."

Part of the time young Benson had surrendered his glass to his first
officer, while the captain himself stood by the wheel.