run over him.




CHAPTER III

STRUCK BY A SUBMERGED FOE


"Yep!" agreed Eph Somers, blaster of day-dreams. "But say?"

"Well?" demanded Captain Jack.

"At the same time," muttered Eph, grimly, "I'm glad that scow isn't a
real battleship, with a half a dozen twelve-inch cannon turned on us."

"Humph!" muttered Jack, dryly, "if that scow were an enemy's battleship,
twelve-inch barkers and all, we'd be twenty feet under the surface, and
we'd be out of sight and out of mind."

"Quite right," nodded Lieutenant Danvers. "In a contest of that sort
I'd feel fifty times safer here than on the battleship we were after.
Now, Benson, you've seen the first part of it. We have the other
dummy to fire. The real gunner, on a submarine, is the fellow at the
wheel. Do you want to take the wheel, manoeuvre the boat and give the
order for the next dummy shot?"

"Do I?" uttered Jack Benson. "Just!"