Their senses had told them truly, however. While the "Pollard" rode
serenely at her moorings, the "Farnum," the second boat to be launched,
was nowhere to be seen!
"What on earth has happened to the other submarine?" gasped the
shipbuilder, as soon as he could somewhat control his voice.
What, indeed?
There was not a sign of her. At least, she had not sunk at her moorings,
for the buoys floated in their respective places, with no manner of tackle
attached to them.
"A submarine boat can't slip its own cables and vanish without human
hands!" gasped the staggered Jack Benson.
"There's something uncanny about this," muttered Hal Hastings.
Jacob Farnum stood rooted to the spot, opening and closing his hands in a
way that testified plainly to the extent of his bewilderment.
CHAPTER II: HOW EPH FLIRTED WITH SCIENCE
Jack Benson was the first of the trio to move.
Without a word he broke into a run, heading for the narrow little shingle
of beach.
"Got an idea, Captain?" shouted Jacob Farnum, darting after his young
submarine skipper.
"Yes, sir!" floated back over Jack's shoulder.
"Then what's at the bottom--"
"Eph and the boat, both together, or I miss my guess," Captain Jack
shouted back as he halted at the water's edge, where a rowboat lay hauled
up on the shore.
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