“Of course you can’t,” commented Jacob Farnum, crisply. “Will Benson be
fit to sail in the morning?”

“I think so,” nodded the doctor. “But there ought to be a nurse with him
to-night.”

“Take my car, Andrews, and get a man nurse at once,” directed Mr. Farnum.
“Doctor, can the young man be moved to his berth on the ’Farnum’?”

“Safely enough,” nodded the medical man. They waited until the nurse
arrived, when Jack was put to bed on the newer submarine craft.

Jack slept through the night, moaning once in a while. Mr. Farnum and the
Dunhaven doctor were aboard early to look at him. The surgeon from the
“Hudson” also came over.

Under the effects of medicine Jack Benson was asleep when, at ten o’clock
that morning, the two submarine torpedo boats slipped their moorings,
following the “parent boat,” the “Hudson,” out of the harbor.

Ten minutes later the motion of the sea awoke the young skipper.





CHAPTER V: TRUAX SHOWS THE SULKS