don’t know a single person about Dunhaven, now who has any reason for
wishing me harm.”

Never a thought crossed his mind of suspecting Sam Truax. That worthy had
come with a note from David Pollard, the inventor of the boats. Sam,
therefore, must be all right, the boy reasoned.

Jack lay back on the upholstered seat. He sat with his eyes closed most of
the time, though he did not doze. At last, however, he heard the engine
room bell sound for reduced speed. Getting up, the young captain made his
way to the foot of the conning tower stairs.

“Making port, Hal?” he called.

“Yep,” came the reply. “We’ll be at anchor in five minutes more.”

Jack made his way slowly to the door of the engine room.

“Eph,” he called, “as soon as you’ve shut off speed, take Truax above and
you two attend to the mooring.”

“Take this other man up with you,” urged Sam Truax. “I don’t know anything
about tying a boat up to moorings.”

“Time you learned, then,” returned Eph Somers, “if you’re to stay aboard a
submarine craft.”

“Take this other man up with you,” again urged Truax.

Eph Somers turned around to face him with a good deal of a glare.