I've simply got to
sit up, wide awake, until I see the finish of your bold stroke, Jack
Benson."
Captain Jack laughed easily, then glanced at his watch to note the lapse
of time since he had made his last calculation of their whereabouts. It
is one thing to be in the open air, navigating a vessel, but it is quite
another affair to be fifty-odd feet below the surface, calculating all
by the distance covered and the course steered.
"Any deviation in the course, Eph?" Captain Jack called up into the
conning tower.
"Not by as much as a hair's breadth," retorted young Somers, almost
gruffly, for with him, to depart from a given course, was well nigh
equal to a capital crime.
Jack touched a button in the side of the table. Obeying the summons,
quiet Hal Hastings thrust his head out into the cabin.
"Just the same speed, Hal?" the young captain asked.
"Hasn't changed a single revolution per minute," Hastings answered,
briefly.
With his watch on the table before him, and employing the scale rule and
dividers, the young submarine skipper placed a new dot on the chart.
"Something ought to be happening in three quarters of an hour," Benson
remarked, with a chuckle, to Mr. Pollard.
Less than half an hour later the young submarine skipper climbed up into
the conning tower beside Eph.
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