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Updated: June 19, 2025
Whistler had been assured when he attended the session in the sheriff's office at home, before joining the crew of the Kennebunk, that the enemy alien named Franz Linder, who was supposed to have blown up the Elmvale dam, was an influential member of that band of spies that were doing so much harm in the United States.
The two younger chums, Michael Donahue and Ikey Rosenmeyer, were not, it must be confessed, so well employed. During this first day aboard the Kennebunk there was bred between these youths a scheme which certainly would not have met with the approval of the executive officer.
There was a quantity of small shipping in the place, and Ensign MacMasters did not want to take any chances of collision. So he hailed a fishing smack and put the four friends from Seacove aboard of her. "Good-bye, boys!" he said, as they went over the side into the smack. "We shall meet in a few days. You will get your notice by telegraph when to join the Kennebunk, and where.
"He'd 'a' said, 'Hain't I seen you down Kennebunk way som'eres? And when I said, 'No, I'm from Leominster! or where-ever I was from if I was green, he'd say, 'Oh yes, so it was Leominster.
But we may see plenty of real work At least, we need not suppose that the Kennebunk will run away from any enemy submarine that may appear along this coast." "Do you believe there are German subs over here again, sir?" "It is my private opinion that at least one is here and more are coming," declared Ensign MacMasters. "And there is a supply boat for them lying somewhere off our coast, too.
It was presumed that she would find the Kennebunk within a week at the most, and the tender was well provisioned and took on extra fuel at the dock. She went to sea without the boys having had an hour of shore leave; but they did not mind that. The fun of running on the steamer was all right; but they were getting eager now to return to the superdreadnaught.
They were studying gunnery, and hoped to get into the gun crew of the Kennebunk for practice if they were fortunate enough to cruise on that ship. Just at present Frenchy and Ikey Rosenmeyer were more engaged in getting all the fun possible out of existence. The thing that delighted the latter most was the way in which his father treated him. Mr.
Remember, Ikey, we don't know a livin' thing about that first periscope the lookouts spied." "Sure I won't tell," agreed the other. "It wasn't such a good joke after all, was it, Frenchy?" And Frenchy agreed with a solemn nod of his head. The Kennebunk shook throughout her structure at that moment and Ikey darted for the between-decks ladder. "Another submarine!" he shouted. "Oi, oi!"
She sank in seconds, and the Kennebunk steamed on to attack a second monster of the deep. The battle continued. Moments seemed longer than minutes; minutes dragged by like hours. The wonder of it all was that so much damage could be done in so short a time. Ships that had cost months of labor to build settled and disappeared beneath the surface in a few minutes. And their crews?
Every man of the crew of the wrecked auxiliary steamer desired to get aboard the superdreadnaught if there was to be any fresh excitement. Whistler's chums urged him to waylay Ensign MacMasters for information. "G'wan, Whistler!" begged Frenchy. "You and him's just like brothers. Ask him if the old Kennebunk is running away from us, or if it's all bunk?" and he grinned at his pun.
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