Truax was foolish enough to try to hang back on his conductors. A slight jab through the clothing from one of the marines" bayonets caused the prisoner to stop that trick. He was taken on deck and over the side.
"c.o.xswain, return for me after you"ve taken the prisoner to the "Hudson,""
directed Mr. Mayhew. "Now, Mr. Benson, I would like to see what has been done to your engines."
"That"s just what I want to know, too," responded Jack.
They found Hal and Williamson hard at work, inspecting the motors.
"The ignition power was lowered, and that may have been the most that the fellow did," said Hal. "Yet, at the same time, before putting these engines to any severe test, I believe they ought to be cooled and looked over."
Lieutenant Commander Mayhew frowned.
"These delays eat up our practice cruise time a whole lot," he grumbled.
"I"ll put the engines through their paces, and chance mischief having been done to them, if you wish, sir."
"No; that won"t do either, Mr. Hastings," replied the naval officer. "This craft is private property, and I have no right to give orders that may damage private property. I"ll hold the fleet until you"ve had time to inspect your engines properly. By that time, however, we"ll have to put back to the coast for the night, for our practice time will be gone."
"In the days to follow, sir," put in Benson, earnestly, "I think we can more than make up for this delay. We won"t have the traitor aboard after this."
"What earthly object can the fellow have had for wanting to damage your motors?" demanded the naval officer, looking hopelessly puzzled.
"I can"t even make a sane guess, sir," Jack Benson admitted.
An hour and a half later the "Hudson" and the two submarines headed back for a safe little bay on the coast. Here the three craft anch.o.r.ed for the night.
CHAPTER XVII: THE EVIL GENIUS OF THE WATER FRONT
It was nearly eight in the evening when the three craft were snug at anchor.
The bay was a small one, hardly worthy of the name. The only inhabited part of the sh.o.r.e thereabouts consisted of the fishing village known as Blair"s Cove, a settlement containing some forty houses.
Hardly had all been made snug aboard the "Farnum" when Jack, standing on the platform deck after the cadets had been transferred to the "Hudson"
for the night, saw a small boat heading out from sh.o.r.e.
"Is that one of the new submarine crafts?" hailed a voice from the bow of the boat.
"Yes, sir," Jack answered, courteously.
No more was said until the boat had come up alongside.
"I thought maybe you"d be willing to let me have a look over a craft of this sort," said the man in the bow. He appeared to be about forty years of age, dark-haired and with a full, black beard. The man was plainly though not roughly dressed; evidently he was a man of some education.
"Why, I"m mighty sorry, sir," Captain Jack Benson replied. "But I"m afraid it will be impossible to allow any strangers on board during this cruise."
"Oh, I won"t steal anything from your craft," answered the stranger, laughingly. "I won"t be inquisitive, either, or go poking into forbidden corners. Who"s your captain?"
"I am, sir."
"Then you"ll let me come aboard, just for a look, won"t you?" pleaded the stranger.
Such curiosity was natural. The man seemed like a decent fellow. But Jack shook his head.
"I"m sorry, sir, but I"m positive our owners wouldn"t approve of our allowing any strangers to come on board."
"Had any trouble, so far, with strangers?" asked the man.
"I didn"t say that," Jack replied, evasively. "But the construction of a submarine torpedo boat is a secret. It is a general rule with our owners that strangers shan"t be allowed on board, unless they"re very especially vouched for. Now, I hate to appear disobliging; yet, if you"ve ever been employed by anyone else, you will appreciate the need of obeying an owner"s orders."
"You"re under the orders of the boss of that gunboat?" asked the stranger, pointing to the "Hudson."
"On this cruise, yes, sir," Jack nodded.
"Maybe, if I saw the fellow in command of the gunboat, then he"d give me an order allowing me to come on board."
"I"m very certain the lieutenant commander wouldn"t do anything of the sort," Benson responded.
The stranger gave a comical sigh.
"Then I"m afraid I don"t see a submarine boat to-night-that is, any more than I can see of it now."
"That"s about the way it looks to me, also," Jack answered, smiling. "Yet, believe me, I hate awfully to seem discourteous about it."
"Oh, all right," muttered the stranger, nodding to the two boatmen, who had rowed him out alongside.
"Good!" grunted Eph. "I"m glad you didn"t let him on board, Captain. On this cruise our luck doesn"t seem to run with strangers."
"It doesn"t, for a fact," laughed Jack Benson.
"Hi, ho-ah, hum!" yawned young Somers, stretching. "It will be mine for early bunk to-night, I reckon."
At this moment a boat was observed rounding the stern of the "Hudson." It came up alongside, landing a marine sentry.
"Anybody on the "Farnum" want to go ash.o.r.e to-night?" hailed a voice from the gunboat"s rail. "The sh.o.r.e boat will be ready in five minutes."
"I believe I would like to take just a run through the village," declared Jack, turning to his chum. "Do you feel like a land-cruise with me, Hal?"
"I think I"d better go," laughed Hastings. "You seem to get into trouble when you go alone."
"All right, then. And, Eph since you"re so sleepy, you can turn in as soon as you want. The boat will be under sufficient protection," Jack added, nodding toward the marine slowly pacing the platform deck.
Williamson was called too, but declared that he felt like turning in early. So, when the sh.o.r.e boat came, it had but two pa.s.sengers to take from the submarine. There were a few sh.o.r.e-leave men, however, from the gunboat.