What, indeed?

There was not a sign of her. At least, she had not sunk at her moorings,
for the buoys floated in their respective places, with no manner of tackle
attached to them.

“A submarine boat can’t slip its own cables and vanish without human
hands!” gasped the staggered Jack Benson.

“There’s something uncanny about this,” muttered Hal Hastings.

Jacob Farnum stood rooted to the spot, opening and closing his hands in a
way that testified plainly to the extent of his bewilderment.





CHAPTER II: HOW EPH FLIRTED WITH SCIENCE


Jack Benson was the first of the trio to move.

Without a word he broke into a run, heading for the narrow little shingle
of beach.

“Got an idea, Captain?” shouted Jacob Farnum, darting after his young
submarine skipper.