"Can we stand much more depth?" wondered David Pollard, inwardly uneasy, though outwardly calm. A moment later he told himself:
"Jack Benson has never been as low as this before!"
"It won"t take much more of this to make further trial trips of no interest to us," almost shivered Jacob Farnum.
Yet Jack, true to his word, allowed the "Pollard" to sink lower and lower. He was waiting for the word--or the bottom!
CHAPTER XIV
FOOLING THE NAVY, BUT ONLY ONCE
Commander Ennerling bent forward to read the submergence gauge.
"Jove, but you"ve really your nerve with you, Captain Benson," he declared, simply.
"Confidence in the boat, sir," Jack answered coolly.
Up in the conning tower, where he could observe the duplicate gauge, Eph Somers, though not easily frightened, was beginning to feel more than curious.
"If we go much deeper, I"ll sure let out a yell," Eph gritted, between his teeth.
At last Jack"s voice broke in, coolly:
"You see, gentlemen, the gauge now gives a constant reading. We can"t go any lower, for the water tanks are as full as they"ll hold, and there"s still the buoyancy caused by all the air the interior of the boat. So we"re as far below the surface as we can go."
"Bully for you, Benson!" cried Lieutenant McCrea, slapping the young skipper on the back. "You understand what you"re doing, and no one could do it with more coolness. You must have been born aboard a submarine."
"He never saw a craft of this kind, until a few weeks ago," retorted Jacob Farnum admiringly.
Taking out a notebook and pencil, Commander Ennerling recorded the reading of the submergence gauge, which showed how many feet the craft was below the surface of the water.
"Of course," hinted Mr. Farnum, smilingly, "don"t know the gauge to be correct."
"We"ve the means with us of testing and standardizing the gauge in the harbor," replied the president of the board.
"If we ever see the harbor again," muttered Eph Somers, overhead in the conning tower.
"How does this compare with the depths touched by submarine boats now owned by the Navy?" asked David Pollard, a bit feverishly. He was not afraid of their present rather dangerous position, but was frightfully nervous over the thought of any good showing this craft born in his brain might fail to make. "This is thirty feet lower than any submarine record I"ve ever heard of."
"I--perhaps it would be wiser for me not to say," replied Commander Ennerling. "It may be as well for me to wait and compare this record with those on file at the Navy Department."
"Have you had all you want of this, gentlemen?" inquired the boatbuilder.
"Shall we show you anything else?"
"Yes; you might give us a run at full speed under water, at the lowest depth that you deem it wise to try to run the craft," answered the president of the board.
"Very good," nodded the builder. Hal took this as the signal to leap back into the motor room.
"How far below the surface would _you_ dare run the "Pollard," Captain Benson?" inquired Commander Ennerling.
"At the greatest depth we can go, the present depth," quietly answered Jack, without bravado.
The president of the board glanced at the builder of the submarine.
"Does that appeal to you, Mr. Farnum?"
"I"ll let Captain Benson have his own way, unless the members of the board have other instructions," replied Jacob Farnum, promptly.
"Well, Captain Benson, if you deem it wise to work your propellers at their best at the present level, go ahead and try it," laughed the president of the board.
"Half speed ahead, Hal," called the young submarine captain. "Full speed as soon as you get well started. Eph, swing around and go due west."
"Aye, aye, sir," came the response, from both members of the crew.
Erelong the splendid little craft was making the best speed of which she was capable. That there was a big chance of risk in it all knew. If the hull of the boat was not of the most perfect construction there would presently come an ear-splitting report through the bursting in of steel plates on account of the tremendous pressure of the water all around the boat. That would be followed by the inrush of the ocean and prompt destruction.
There was another danger, not so great. Wrecks of ships often sink below the surface, there to drift tediously about as long as the timbers hold together. If the "Pollard," traveling under present conditions, should collide with such a hull, there would be no future for anyone aboard.
Yet, though all three of the submarine boys fully comprehended the chances that now confronted them, all three did their work without faltering.
In fact, none of the eight human beings aboard during this extremely hazardous undertaking betrayed any cowardice, nor even alarm.
Lieutenant McCrea watched the gauge, the other two officers going forward to make record of the number of revolutions per moment at which the electric motor could drive the propeller shafts.
After ten minutes the president of the board approached Mr. Farnum to say:
"We are satisfied with this part of the work. Let us return to the surface for a welcome look at the sky."
"Will you hold your watches, gentlemen," inquired Captain Jack, "in order to see how much time pa.s.ses before we are running on the surface?"
One of the members of the board, watch in hand, climbed up the staircase to stand beside Eph in the conning tower.
"Awash, sir," Eph soon called down.
The time was noted.
"Now, show us anything that you wish," suggested Commander Ennerling.
Captain Jack looked significantly at Messrs. Pollard and Farnum. Both nodded.
"Then, sir," rejoined Captain Benson, "if don"t mind, we"ll run back to Dunhaven, and show you a specialty of ours in the harbor at Dunhaven."
"Very good," agreed the president of the board.