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"If there is anything strange comes under your notice, report it properly," he said. "Don't camouflage it with a lot of superstitious nonsense so that the officer you report to must disbelieve the yarn. There never was a strange occurrence yet that could not be explained." "How does he explain Jonah being swallowed by the whale?" whispered Frenchy. "He doesn't have to explain it," retorted Torry.
"I had no idea Ensign MacMasters was in service again," Whistler said. "But I am glad he is on this particular boat." "Why?" asked Torry, to whom he spoke in a low tone. "I want to tell him about that oil boat," returned Morgan, nodding his head. In a few moments they dropped the sail and fended off from the chaser's side, just as Captain Bridger reached the spot too.
By that time the fog was pretty well dissipated, and they had a clear view of miles and miles of sea as well as of the coastline behind them and the narrow entrance to the cove. The submarine chaser was out of sight. No other craft appeared upon the open sea beyond the Sue Bridger's present anchorage. The boys threw out a little chum, and then dropped their hooks. "First nibble!" whispered Torry.
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MacMasters, "about as wide as a happy thought, and can make her thirty-five knots an hour without any particular effort." "No effort?" muttered Torry. "And it feels as though she was shaking herself to pieces!" "She's faster than the Colodia," observed Whistler, somewhat as though he felt pained by that fact.
He could not see the man's face; he did not presume it was anybody he had ever seen before; nor had he any reason to be suspicious of the man. Nevertheless he felt a little thrill as he first caught sight of the stranger, and this feeling spurred his exclamation to Torry, which lead the others' attention to him. After they had all seen the man, Phil added: "Pull her down.
These "soldiers of the sea" had always interested Whistler and his friends. For convenience in making out station bills and the like, each man of a division has a number assigned him by which he is known. Whistler and Torry were given respectively Numbers 2111 and 2112.
"Yes, we'll go back," Whistler agreed. "Drive slowly, Torry. Maybe we can help somebody. I'm afraid there were some people who did not get away in time." They found enough to do, it was true, all that night. After getting back to the outskirts of Elmvale they could not drive the machine over the slime and mud in the roadway.
As they drifted in toward shore slowly, weaving their way among the moored craft, Whistler suddenly began to sniff the air and show excitement. "What's the matter?" demanded Torry, his closest chum. "You act like a hound dog on a hot scent." "Or a colored gem'man smelling po'k chops on the frypan," suggested Frenchy, chuckling.
It was a power boat and was running parallel with the coast in a southeasterly direction and inshore of the anchorage of the Sue Bridger. She was about forty feet long and was showing some speed; but her hull looked battered, and there was nothing natty or yacht-like about her. "No pleasure craft, that," ventured Torry, as Phil trained his glasses on her. "She's too slouchy."
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