"This speed," mused Captain Jack, "must be part of the government"s plans for another test. The Navy Department must have planned to see whether any of these boats could stand such a gait for twenty-four long hours."
"I couldn"t tell you if I knew," remarked Lieutenant Danvers, with a quizzical look, then turned and strolled away.
"And I guess," muttered the submarine boy to himself, "that that"s about as near as a fellow can go to giving a tip, once he has had the Navy muzzle padlocked to his jaws."
Some of the submarines in this long race--for such it was--were better equipped as to the number of the crew. The Rhinds had this advantage, carrying a captain and four men, in addition to Rhinds himself and his secretary. Yet Jack and Eph relieved each other regularly at the wheel, catching long naps between. Hal and Mr. Farnum did the same thing with the engine room, and the "Hastings" kept well in the van through the day, and also through the long night that followed.
Two hours after daylight the "Oakland" signaled to the submarines to run up close to this "parent vessel," the gunboat.
"Further orders, of course," muttered Jack, who was at the wheel at the time. "Well, we"re not such a very long run, now, from the reported location of that derelict."
The fleet was wholly out of sight of land. The wind was fresh and the sea lively with short, choppy waves, crested by white-caps. Yet, for boats as staunch as these submarines, sea was not a difficult one for boat handling.
One after another, while still going at full speed, the submarines drew close to the "Oakland." One after another, as signaled, the boats put in within easy hailing distance of the gunboat.
"The "Hastings" will keep to the same South West, by South course, but at a distance of two miles off this vessel"s port bow," came the order.
"The "Thor" will take up similar position, two miles off the port side of the "Hastings.""
The three remaining torpedo boats were a.s.signed to positions corresponding on the starboard side of the "Oakland."
In this order the boats went ahead at a speed reduced to fourteen miles.
The front of the line extended over some ten miles; in reality the line of vision extended much further than that. Unless the semi-submerged derelict had moved much faster than such derelicts usually do, it was difficult to see how the wreck could get through this line of exploration.
Jack Benson pressed a signal that brought Hal Hastings up on deck.
"Rouse Eph and Mr. Farnum," ordered the young skipper. "We"ve got to have all hands on, now. And call Lieutenant Danvers, also. He"s not allowed to help us, but he"ll be anxious to see what is going on."
As soon as Eph Somers reached deck Jack Benson turned the wheel over to him. Then the young captain got his marine gla.s.ses, stationing himself, most of the time, beside the deck wheel.
"If it"s in any way possible," muttered Jack, "I want to be the first to sight that derelict. I want the honor of sinking her to come to us.
It will all be points in the game we are fighting for."
As Benson spoke he swung his gla.s.s around to cover the deck of the "Thor," that craft being, now, her full two miles away off the port beam.
"Rhinds has his whole crowd on deck, too," growled young Benson, using his powerful marine gla.s.s with interest. "Yes; everyone on deck, except two men for the engine room."
At this moment Lieutenant Danvers stepped on deck, looking as though he had slept well. The naval officer carried a gla.s.s very much like the submarine skipper"s.
"It"s almost mean of me to bring a gla.s.s on deck with me," laughed Danvers. "Under the rules I"m forbidden to give you any information I may find for myself."
Jack nodded pleasantly, then turned to sweep the sea ahead. At a distance of a few miles it would be easy enough to miss the half-submerged derelict.
For some three hours the flotilla swept on, with active officers on every deck. The naval board had ordered this new formation ere reaching the probable location of the derelict.
"We haven"t pa.s.sed the thing, anyway," Jack muttered to Eph. "The sea isn"t rough enough for that to be possible."
Part of the time young Benson had surrendered his gla.s.s to his first officer, while the captain himself stood by the wheel.
But now, Jack was again pacing the deck, while Eph, his eyes mostly on the compa.s.s, steered steadily by course.
Suddenly, Jack Benson started. Quickly he wiped the outer lenses of his gla.s.s, then looked again.
"See anything?" demanded Eph.
"Yes, sirree! And the "Thor" is almost a mile nearer than we are! It"s the derelict--not a doubt of it!"
Like a flash Jack sprang to the wheel, ringing the bell for full speed.
"Eph, hustle below! Tell Hal we"ve sighted the derelict. Tell him to hump the engines. Tell him I don"t care how much we overheat the machinery so that we don"t blow the craft up. Jump!"
Eph collided with Jacob Farnum, who had started up from below, but he brushed the shipbuilder aside, rushing below as though death pursued him.
CHAPTER XVI
JACK GIVES THE ORDER, "FIRE!"
The naval officer, too, had made out a bobbing something on the sea, ahead, over at port, which he took to be the long sought derelict.
The lieutenant could not say anything, but, with gla.s.s still at his eyes, he leaned back against the conning tower, drawing in his breath sharply.
"Want me to take the wheel?" called out Eph, as he reached deck again.
"Yes. I want to keep the gla.s.s to my eyes."
Just one look did Benson take at the supposed derelict. Then he swung his gaze around upon the "Thor."
"They"ve seen our speed-burst," cried the young submarine skipper. "I don"t believe they had spotted the derelict, but now they see us shooting ahead, to cross their course, and that has told them the secret. Yes!
There they go ahead, and pointing straight. They"ve caught up the old wreck--through our gla.s.ses!"
It was provoking, but the rival boat, besides being nearer at the start, had also started forward at greater speed.
"This is the "Thor"s" trick," thought Lieutenant Danvers to himself.
"Too bad, too. I"d like to have seen the boys take it."
Jacob Farnum"s private view, not expressed, agreed with the naval officer"s.
But Jack Benson? He simply couldn"t admit any victory for the rival--not until it was actually won.
"Swing a half-point off port bow, Eph--steady, now!" breathed the young skipper, intensely.
Down below, Hal Hastings was performing as near to wonders as was possible with a gasoline engine. Jacob Farnum stood just inside the conning tower, prepared to rush below with any other orders.
"Yes, it"s the derelict!" shouted Benson, presently. "I can make out the stumps of two masts now. We"ll be there in a few minutes."
"We"ll be lucky if we don"t get there too late," grumbled Somers. "Shall I steer direct for the old wreck, or take the course from you?"