When the smoke clears away you see a little Japanese
bowing over you, and apologizing for having rudely tipped you over."
"And little Cabbage-Jacko could do that?" Eph grinned, incredulously.
"Say, it's wrong to tell me such funny things when I have a cracked lip."
"All right," sighed Jack. "But at least you've been warned."
Truth to tell, the young submarine commander wasn't much worried about
Eph's deliberately provoking any fistic encounter with a fellow much
smaller than himself. In the first place, the carroty-haired boy wasn't
quarrelsome, unless actually driven into a fight. At all times Somers
was too manly to take out wrath on anyone merely up to his own shoulder
height.
Nearly an hour later Jack Benson stepped through into the conning tower;
then moved down the spiral staircase.
His rubber-soled deck shoes made no noise. Thus it happened that the
young submarine commander came upon the new steward most un expectedly,
and without being seen by the little, brown man.
"Kamanako--you scoundrel!" shouted the young captain, beside himself
with sudden wrath.
For the Japanese, wholly absorbed in his present task, had deftly
removed the gauge from the midships submergence apparatus, and was now
dissecting the gauge itself, eyeing the parts with the knowing look of
an expert.
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