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Jack flushed, then bit his tongue. In another moment a pallor had succeeded the red in his face. He was blamed for the disaster, and he was not really at fault. Yet, under the rebuke he had just received, he did not feel it his place to retort further for the present. Mr. Mayhew and Mr. Trahern conferred in low tones for a moment or two. “You may as well leave the bridge, young man,” resumed Mr.
So it came about that the liner's lifeboat picked up Jack, the girl and her brother. The middies, disdaining any such outside interference, calmly turned and made for the "Farnum." The girl proved to be unconscious, the brother more than half-dazed. "Bring them aboard," directed Mr. Trahern, briefly.
Mayhew had left the “Farnum” Eph Somers cried bitterly: “You heard the verdict in the case! A great verdict! Not guilty—but don’t do it again!” At half past eight the next morning a section of cadets, under the command of Ensign Trahern, came aboard the “Farnum.”
Lieutenant Commander Mayhew gazed in astonishment for a moment, then held out his hand as he introduced himself, remarking: “I was told that I would find a very young submarine commander here, but—” “You didn’t expect to find one quite as young,” Jack finished, smiling. “No; I didn’t. Mr. Trahern, I want you to know Captain Jack Benson, of the Pollard submarines.”
Two or three of the naval cadets smiled broadly at hearing the title bestowed on a boy younger than many of themselves. "No levity, gentlemen," broke in Ensign Trahern, rather sternly. "Mr. Benson is captain to his own chief engineer." Jack waited until he saw the signal flags break out at the foretop of the "Hudson." It was an inquiry as to whether he was prepared for diving.
The man-of-war had two hundred men and eighty guns; Trahern could not imagine what the object of these few people could be. The waves tossed the boat to and fro but, spite of wind and water, the oarstrokes of the twenty men gradually brought it nearer.
Ensign Trahern will come with them." Jack started, flushing. "Oh, you will be in command of your boat, Mr. Benson," continued Mr. Mayhew, noting the start and interpreting it correctly. "Mr. Trahem may make some suggestions, if he thinks them necessary, but you will command, sir, and you will instruct the midshipmen." "Thank you, sir." "That is all, Mr. Benson."
“Pardon me, sir,” Jack broke in, unable to keep still longer. “What I said, or intended to say, was to bring your vessel so that the forward end of the submarine shed over there would be four points off the port bow.” “What did you hear Mr. Benson say, Mr. Trahern?” demanded the gunboat’s commander, turning to the ensign who had stood with him on the bridge.
Ensign Trahern also shook hands with young Benson. “And now,” went on the commander of the “Hudson,” “I think you may as well show us the way into the harbor.” “You’ll want to go at little more than headway, sir,” Jack replied. “The harbor is small, though there’s enough deep water for you. In parts there are some sand ledges that the tide washes up.”
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