"Where shall I anchor, sir?" called Captain Jack, presently.
"Better take it about four points off our port bow and at least four
hundred feet away, Mr. Benson," called back the lieutenant commander.
"Four points off port and four hundred feet it is, sir," answered the
young submarine skipper, saluting. Then he gave the order to Hal.
"As soon as you're anchored, I'll send you over a boat to be at your
disposal this afternoon," called Lieutenant Commander Kimball.
"We'll use the boat, sir, to pay you a visit, if you permit," Jack
shouted back.
"By all means come aboard. Then we'll visit you. We're anxious to
see the works of such a wonderful little craft."
Within ten minutes a man-o-war's cutter was alongside, rowed by six
alert-looking young sailors, while a coxswain held the tiller ropes.
Messrs. Farnum and Pollard, Jack and Hal made up the visiting party,
leaving Eph Somers aboard the submarine, with Williamson to help him
at need.
Cordial, indeed, was the reception of the submarine folks aboard the
gunboat. There was a great amount of handshaking to be done.
In the meantime, Eph Somers was having something in the way of trouble
back on the platform deck of the "Benson."
Two small boats, manned by harbor boatmen, and each carrying a few
passengers, had put off from shore, and now ranged alongside.
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