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Updated: May 13, 2025
Even as they looked, the older man aft on the yacht fired his revolver twice, aiming forward. The flashes could be distinctly made out, though the reports of the weapon were borne away by the breeze. "Have either of you gentlemen a revolver?" demanded Commander Ennerling of his subordinate officers. Neither of them had. Nor had any of the submarine's own people.
"I'm afraid the lad can't," said Commander Ennerling. "He and one other, Hastings, are the only members of the crew that will be left on the submarine if you keep Benson here to talk with him." Within two minutes the two craft were on their way south. The members of the Naval board, Messrs.
For half an hour the little vessel had been running along, nearly submerged, and with the searchlight not showing. At Jack's report Commander Ennerling looked up from the compass he had been studying by the shaded light that showed at only that point in the tower. "She's coming head-on toward us," said Ennerling. "Benson, Navy men are handling that searchlight." "You think so, sir?"
At the same moment Benson rang the signal bell for reduced speed, so that the sterns of the two craft were kept almost on a line with each other. "Ahoy, yacht!" bellowed the commander, through the megaphone. "Any trouble aboard?" "Mutiny!" hoarsely shouted the white-haired man, turning his head only enough to send the word. "It looks like it," agreed Commander Ennerling.
"Humph! We've got to fight and can't!" muttered Commander Ennerling, in great disgust. "We can save those women," muttered Jack Benson, "if they've the nerve to help themselves be saved." "How?" "Hal Hastings and I can swim over, and can hold the women up if they have the nerve to leap overboard."
Soon the conning tower of the "Pollard" reappeared above the waves. "Hal is safe, gentlemen," reported Captain Benson, from the tower. An instant later he opened the manhole of the tower, allowing all hands to step out on deck. Grinning delightedly, Hal stood in the bow of the small shore boat. "How did he get there, from a submarine on the bottom?" asked Commander Ennerling, in astonishment.
Ten minutes later the tower flashed above the water for just a moment. The Naval commander quickly brought the night glass into play. "That's the 'Massapequa," he declared, laying down the glass. "There, they've picked us up," cried Jack, as the light passed 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."
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