Captain Jack soon had his calculation made. Then, with a quiet smile, he remarked:
"I guess you"d better get below, Eph, for your part. I"ll take the wheel, now, and Mr. Pollard will attend to the submerging mechanisms."
Eph laughed joyously as he darted below. He had a part a.s.signed to him that was bound to be enjoyable.
"Mr. Pollard!" called down the young skipper, a few moments later.
"Aye, Captain Jack!"
"Let her down slowly, please, until the gauge shows just fourteen feet.
That"s the greatest depth I dare try for the course we"re going to follow."
"Aye, Captain Jack. Fourteen feet it shall be."
For the benefit of some readers who may not understand, it is to be stated that the charts of harbors bear markings that show the exact depth of water at every point in the harbor at low tide. Thus, the chart of the harbor just north of Spruce Beach had already told the young submarine skipper just how far below the surface he could travel with safety to his craft.
Further, he knew the draft of the "Waverly" to be eleven feet. So the youthful commander could feel quite certain that he would be in no danger of colliding, below the water-line, with Uncle Sam"s gunboat.
On the deck of the "Waverly" itself there was the same spirit of expectancy that there had been an hour earlier in the afternoon.
Lieutenant Featherstone, executive officer of the gunboat, was not, however, impatient. In fact, he stood at the rail, aft, a pretty girl beside him, and both were looking down musingly at the rippling water below.
"As I was saying," drawled the lieutenant, "when--"
Just then he stopped, though he did not appear startled.
Straight up out of the watery depths shot a Carroty-topped boy, his wet skin glistening in the sun.
"Good gracious!" gasped the girl. "Where did that boy come from?"
"Say, sir," called up Eph Somers, distinguishing the lieutenant in his swift look, "where do you want the submarine boat to anchor?"
"What"s that to you, young man?" called down Mr. Featherstone, bluntly.
"Oh, just this much, sir," retorted Eph, treading water, lazily; "I belong aboard the "Benson," and I"ve been sent to inquire where you want us to find our moorings."
"You from the "Benson"?" snorted the lieutenant, incredulously. "Then where is your craft!"
"Coming, sir."
"Coming?" jeered the lieutenant "So is Christmas!"
"The "Benson" will be here first, sir," retorted Eph, splashing, then blowing a stream of water from his mouth. "The "Benson," sir, is due here in from twenty to thirty seconds!"
"What"s that?" demanded the naval officer, sharply. Then a queer look came into his face as a suspicion of the truth flashed into his mind.
He was about to speak when his feminine companion pointed, crying:
"What can that commotion mean out there?" There was a little flurry in the waters, then a parting as something dull-colored loomed slowly up.
Barely a hundred feet away from the port rail of the gunboat the new submarine boat, "Benson," rose into sight.
Eph Somers had left the craft, while still below surface, by means of the clever trick worked out by Jack Benson and his comrades, as described in "_The Submarine Boys" Trial Trip_."
Almost instantly the manhole cover was thrown open. Jack Benson, natty as a tailor"s model, in his newest uniform, stepped out on deck, waving his hand to the gunboat.
"You"ll have to consider that we got you, won"t you, sir?" shouted the young submarine captain.
Then, both on sh.o.r.e and on the decks of many craft, a realization of what had happened dawned in the minds of thousands of people at about the same instant. A great, combined cheer shot up--a cheer that was a vocal cyclone!
CHAPTER II
TROUBLE IN THE MAKING STAGE
On the hurricane deck of the "Waverly" stood one man, mouth wide open and eyes a-stare, who couldn"t seem to get the meaning of it all. That man was the leader of the combined band from the winter hotels.
Turning, glancing upward, the lieutenant looked at the leader with a glance of cool wonder.
"Play, man! Why don"t you play? What are you there for?"
Then, all of a sudden, reddening, the band leader rapped his music stand with his baton, next gave the signal, and the band crashed forth into the exultant strains of:
"See! The Conquering Hero comes!"
At the third measure the band was all but drowned out by renewed cheering, that came more uproariously than ever.
Captain Jack Benson had surely chosen a dramatic manner of making his appearance at Spruce Beach. Ten thousand tongues were set wagging all at once. When there came a lull, a man"s voice on a tug not far from the gunboat could be heard, a.s.serting loudly:
"Well, that"s what submarines are for--to sneak in while you"re wiping a speck of dust from your eye!"
That remark, coming just as the band ceased its strains, was plainly audible, and brought a laugh from everyone aboard the submarine, including Eph, who was just climbing, in his bathing suit, up to the platform deck.
Lieutenant Commander Kimball, hurrying from his cabin, had joined Lieutenant Featherstone at the rail, the pretty girl slipping away to join a group of civilians.
"What do you think of us?" called Jacob Farnum, a broad grin of delight on his face.
"You"ll do," admitted Kimball.
"Do you consider yourself sunk?" demanded David Pollard, laughingly.
"Theoretically, yes," a.s.sented Lieutenant Commander Kimball. "I wonder if you could do it as well in war time?"
"Couldn"t possibly do anything like it in war time," called back Captain Jack Benson. "For, sir, you fly the Stars and, Stripes!"
That was a happy speech, delivered at just the right second. It set all within hearing to cheering again. And then the thousands beyond caught it up.