In a moment more young Somers was in the conning tower, and Jack, sounding line in hand, was out on the platform deck, where Lieutenant Danvers followed him.
Eph knew, by this time, what was wanted of him. Hal, in the engine room, was, as yet, ignorant of the game, but all Hal had to do was to obey engine room signals promptly.
Sending the submarine craft ahead at very slow speed, Eph steered as close to the bobbing masthead as the young captain deemed safe. Jack shouted his orders back as he and Lieutenant Danvers crouched over the nose of the boat.
In the rough sea that was running their work was doubly hard. But Eph kept the searchlight all the time turned in the direction of the top of the bobbing mast stump. In a circle they went around it, barely thirty feet from the broken mast, Jack heaving the sounding lead.
At last he felt it rest on the deck of the sunken derelict. The distance below was six fathoms--thirty-six feet.
"Now, we"ve got the line of the hull," called Benson to the lieutenant.
"Our next job is to find how far back this hull runs under the water."
This knowledge, also, was gained, at last. Then Jack Benson, rising, hastened back to the conning tower, followed by Danvers. Jack himself closed the manhole, while Eph still trained the searchlight through the darkness of the night. Stormy weather was threatening.
"Now, hustle below, Eph, and get that loaded torpedo into the tube,"
commanded Skipper Jack Benson.
"My men will help you," added Lieutenant Danvers.
Jack quickly had his figures made. He knew where the hull lay, in what direction, and how far below the surface the deck of the sunken derelict lay. He planned to land the torpedo twelve feet below the derelict"s deck, which, he believed, would strike a full and fair blow.
"Torpedo"s loaded, sir," called Eph, while the "Hastings," under slow speed astern, was gliding back to get into position for the attack.
"Station Biffens by the firing lever, then," called down Captain Benson.
"Tell him to fire on the instant that he gets the order. Now, Mr.
Somers, stand by the submerging apparatus. Drop just forty-two feet below the surface, then report instantly to me."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Lieutenant Danvers stood by the submarine boy, intently watching, listening, and digesting Benson"s plan. Yet the naval officer ventured no interference.
In another moment the hull of the "Hastings" began to disappear under the waves.
"Forty-two feet--sir--and--stopped!" shouted up Eph Somers.
"Ready to fire!" Jack hailed.
"Aye, aye, sir!"
"Fire!"
"Fire it is, sir."
"Have you fired, Mr. Somers?" rolled down Jack"s next question.
"Yes, sir."
"Then turn on the compressed air, and bring us to the surface."
"Aye, aye, sir!"
The instant that the conning tower stood up, dripping, through the waves, Jack turned on searchlight again. Slow speed ahead he next signaled.
As the piercing rays of light gleamed out over the waters before them the surface of the sea ahead was seen to be covered with floating litter.
"Jove, look at the wreckage!" uttered Lieutenant Danvers, jubilantly.
"Everything about that old derelict that could float has come up to the surface."
"Do you think the derelict is utterly smashed, sir?" inquired Jack Benson, respectfully, for this trained naval officer knew more about such things than he did.
"That derelict is blown to kindling wood," exclaimed Danvers, himself manipulating the searchlight as they sailed through a sea littered with small wreckage. "That derelict will never menace any skipper afloat, from now on. Benson, lad, you did a wonderfully keen job."
"You don"t think there"d be any risk, then, in sailing back and forth amid this wreckage?" asked Jack.
"Risk? Not a bit," retorted Danvers. "Why, look over there!" as he swung the searchlight in a new direction. "There"s that submerged mast-stump, free of the wreck and floating horizontally, now."
Nor was it long before it was clear to trained eyes that the sunken derelict had been efficiently blown up. That water-logged ghost of a ship would never again be a source of peril to navigators.
"Now, you can turn your nose for Dunhaven, and with a clear conscience,"
chuckled Lieutenant Danvers. "And, while you"re doing that, I"m going below for another look at the little leak."
Jack ran the "Hastings" the first few miles of her homeward course.
Then he called Eph Somers to the wheel and went below to relax.
It was well on toward eight o"clock when the "Hastings" ran into the little harbor at Dunhaven and made moorings. The night watchman of the yard rowed out to meet them, bringing the news that Mr. Farnum, in the "Benson," had picked up the crew of the "Mary Bond" from two small boats at sea.
There was a light in the office, so Jack"s party went inside. There they found Jacob Farnum at his desk, putting the finishing touches to a telegram.
"By Jove, I"m glad we went out after the poor fellows of the "Mary Bond,"" cried Mr. Farnum, wheeling around. "We found them in sore straits, in two small boats, with only a pair of oars to each boat, and the sea roughening up every minute. They lost their fishing smack.
Their boat struck on the stump of a mast of a sunken derelict. The smack sprung a big leak, this morning, and went down. I"ve just written a telegram to the Navy Department, Mr. Danvers, advising them of the location of the derelict as well as I could gather it from the captain of the late "Mary Bond."" With this, he handed Danvers the telegram he had written.
Lieutenant Danvers glanced at the telegram, and then handed it back with a smile.
"What do you mean, sir?" demanded Jacob Farnum, wonderingly.
"The telegram isn"t necessary--that"s all," replied the naval officer, with a smile. "We encountered that same sunken derelict--and Jack Benson blew her to smithereens!"
CHAPTER V
THE MYSTERIOUS ORDER COMES
That night a machinist was stationed aboard the "Hastings" to watch the in-coming of water through the slight leak, and to apply the pump occasionally.
In the morning the submarine was hauled up into an improvised drydock and her hull plates examined. It was Lieutenant Danvers"s first chance to realize how superbly these Pollard boats were built and put together.