“As I am at present in charge of the submarine purchased by the United
States from your company, and at least in nominal charge of the ’Farnum,’
as well, I am, in a measure, to be looked upon, for the present, as your
commanding officer.”

“Yes, sir,” assented the boy.

“You came aboard your craft, this morning, in a very questionable looking
condition.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jack Benson’s composure was perfect. His sense of discipline was also
exact. He did not propose to offer any explanations until such were asked
of him.

“Have you anything to say, Mr. Benson, as to that condition, and how you
came to be in it?”

“Shall I explain it to you, sir?”

“I shall be glad to hear your explanation.”

Thereupon, the submarine boy plunged into a concise description of what
had happened to him the night before. The lieutenant commander did not
once interrupt him, but, when Jack had finished, Mr. Mayhew observed:

“That is a very remarkable story, Mr. Benson. Most remarkable.”

“Yes, sir, it is. May I ask if you doubt my story?”