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Notwithstanding the heavy German fire from the coast defenses the American ships got safely away virtually unscarred in the battle. Fifteen miles out at sea the captured German U-boat came up with the Dewey. Jack had a joyous reunion with "Little Mack," Cleary and Binns, Bill Witt, Mike Mowrey and all his other friends aboard the reclaimed American submarine.
Chief Gunner's Mate Mike Mowrey confided to them that the Dewey was, indeed, bound for European waters. Lieutenant McClure had opened his sealed orders and learned that he was to report to the Vice-Admiral in the North Sea. Word had been passed around to the ship's officers and they in turn were "tipping off" their men.
Jack and Ted, with the rest of their crew, had by this time shunted another Whitehead into position, adjusted the mechanism and were standing by awaiting developments. "Just our luck to slip a moldy to the blooming Boche and draw a blank," grumbled Mike Mowrey, who was mad as a hornet over the "miss."
"I hope they soon get done with their Fourth of July celebration," remarked Bill Witt by way of a bit of subsea repartee. "That's the way they blow holes in their schweitzer cheese," ventured Mike Mowrey with a chuckle. It was decided to submerge a little deeper and then leisurely inspect the interior hull aft.
Joe was one of the electricians, a boy of nineteen from New York who had shipped on the Dewey with Jack and Ted. The drawing continued until every name had been polled. Mike Mowrey was second on the list, Officer Binns third. Bill Witt was drawn as No. 7 and Ted as No. 16. "But where is your name?" asked Executive Officer Cleary, turning to his chief.
He died at Camp Verde in 1866. Antoine LeRoux, the other guide named, was with the Whipple expedition across northern Arizona in 1853. His name is borne by LeRoux Springs, northwest of Flagstaff, and by LeRoux Wash, near Holbrook. Passing of the Battalion Membership No member of the Mormon Battalion now is living. The last to pass was Harley Mowrey, private Co.
Jack and Chief Gunner Mowrey were "mitting" each other like a prize fighter and his manager after a big fight, while Ted and Bill Witt were clawing each other like a pair of wild men.
Time-fuse shells had been inserted in the "Twins," the breeches closed and the muzzles elevated to point at the fast-flying airships. At the aft gun Ted gripped the trigger ready to fire, while Mike Mowrey jammed his good right eye into the telescopic sight to make sure of his aim. "Fire!" he yelled, and Ted, let her go.
For several weeks the Brighton recruits were kept busily at the business of mastering submarine navigation. In the distribution of the crew throughout the vessel Jack and Ted found themselves assigned under the leadership of Chief Gunner Mowrey.
But, as Smith listened intently, the sound of the revolving propeller blades gradually diminished and the commander and crew of the Dewey knew only too well that either Jack had lost his life in the venture or had been unnoticed as he floated in the sea. "There don't appear to be anything doing up above," ventured Mike Mowrey as he glided up alongside the two boys. "Guess not," faltered Ted.
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