“I’m much inclined to agree with you, Mr. Somers.”

“I hope, then, you’ll succeed in impressing all that on Lieutenant
Commander Mayhew in the morning.”

With that the submarine boy passed on to the starboard stateroom. He would
have given much to have stepped into the room opposite, but felt, from the
doctor’s manner, that the latter did not wish his patients disturbed.

Eph slept little that night. Though Jack and Hal fared better in that
single respect, Somers looked far the best of the three in the morning.

Jack and Hal came out with bandages about their heads, which buzzed and
ached.

The two, however, told their story to Somers and Williamson as soon as
possible.

“Just as I supposed,” nodded Eph, vigorously.

“Why, how did you guess it all?” asked Benson, in astonishment.

“I mean, I knew you hadn’t been in any low sailor resorts.”

“Who said we had?” demanded Jack, flaring in spite of his dizziness.

“Some of the Navy folks didn’t know but you had,” replied Eph, then bit
his tongue for having let that much out of the bag.

Doctor McCrea came aboard early. He looked the boys over.