"Hurry," nodded Jack. "Send Hal up to the wheel, while I explain the whole thing to Mr. Farnum. But, commander, what if that shouldn"t be a Navy vessel?"
"It is," responded Ennerling, with emphasis. "It"s the gunboat "Ma.s.sapeqna." She"s in these waters just now. You"ll find I"m right."
Jacob Farnum began to laugh heartily when he caught the whole of Captain Jack Benson"s new idea of a sea joke.
Eph was quickly in his bathing suit. He and Jack unhinged a stateroom door, carrying it up through the conning tower. Hal, in the meantime, under orders, had attended to bringing the "Pollard"s" platform deck briefly above water.
The movements of the searchlight ahead convinced the submarine boat"s observers that the gunboat"s watch officer had not yet detected the presence of so small and unlighted an object as the "Pollard," miles away.
As the door was floated on the water alongside, Eph stepped out onto it, squatting. He had with him a lantern, three rockets and a box of wind matches.
"Don"t forget I"m here, if I"m overlooked by the other people," called Eph, with a wave of his hand, as he floated slowly astern.
"And don"t let "em know where you came from, or what"s up," called back Jack Benson.
"Say, do you think I"m as foolish as I look?" blurted Eph, half-indignantly. Those were the last words exchanged, for the "Pollard," now moving slowly forward, had left its detached door astern.
With only a couple of feet of the conning tower above surface, the "Pollard" began to make good submerged time forward. Presently the little craft dropped below the water altogether. Ten minutes later the tower flashed above the water for just a moment.
The Naval commander quickly brought the night gla.s.s into play.
"That"s the "_Ma.s.sapequa_,"" he declared, laying down the gla.s.s.
"There, they"ve picked us up," cried Jack, as the light pa.s.sed over the top of the conning tower.
"They won"t be sure after just that brief flash at us," rejoined Ennerling. "Drop out of sight."
Jack let the "Pollard" drop at a semi-dive. Just as they had barely gone under there was a steadier flash of light on the water in front of them.
Jack chuckled.
"Quick work," nodded Ennerling, approvingly. "The lookout on the gunboat thought they saw something here on the water, and swung the ray back to find out what it was. Now, they"ve doubtless concluded that they were fooled by a shadow."
"The next time we come up we"ll have pa.s.sed the "Ma.s.sapequa" and be astern of her," predicted Jack.
"Good enough, if you can calculate correctly the distance. The gunboat, of course, has no searchlight aft."
For some minutes the "Pollard" ran under water.
"I"m sure we"re a little astern, now," said Captain Jack. "I"ll take a lift up into the atmosphere."
With that the "Pollard," which had been running not more than five feet below the surface of the water, rose gently.
"Jove!" murmured Commander Ennerling.
"Did you work by calculation, Benson, or guesswork?"
"I calculated the distance as nearly as I could," replied Jack Benson quietly.
"Then you"re a marvel, lad," cried Commander Ennerling, admiringly.
It was little wonder that the Naval officer was astounded. For the "Pollard" had emerged barely a hundred feet to the starboard of the gunboat"s line of course, and barely two hundred feet astern.
"The rest is going to be easy," laughed Captain Jack, confidently. "The trick is as good as played on the "_Ma.s.sapequa_.""
He gave the wheel a hard turn to bring the nose of the submarine about.
"There"s your gleeful friend, Eph Somers," announced Commander Ennerling, pointing ahead as the "Pollard" came about.
A bare eighth of a mile away, directly in the track of the gunboat, sat Eph on his door. Those in the tower could not quite make him out in the night, but they could see the circles described by the lighted lantern that Eph was swinging.
CHAPTER XVIII
EPH ENJOYS BEING RESCUED
In going that last eighth of a mile the gunboat"s speed was gradually slowed.
It was a pretty piece of ship-handling. The "_Ma.s.sapequa_" lost headway gradually a hundred feet from where Eph sat solemnly blinking back at the sailors" faces along the forward starboard rail.
An officer"s uniform showed at the edge of the bridge, as he called:
"Ahoy, there!"
"Ahoy, yourself," answered Eph. "And another one for courtesy."
"Don"t get funny, boy!" admonished the officer on the bridge. "What"s the matter with you?"
"Nothing," Somers replied. "But; say! Can you spare a cushion."
"How did you come to be there, boy?"
"Floated," admitted Eph, truthfully.
"How did you ever get six miles off the coast on that float you"re on?"
"Can"t remember," replied Eph, dubiously.
"How long have you been out here on the water?"
"Ever since February, 1976," Eph Somers a.s.serted, solemnly.
"Crazy!" muttered the officer to himself. "We"ll have to get him aboard and turn him over to the officers at the next port. I"ll try him on one more question."
Raising his voice, he called: