Holding himself here, he thrust his
head beyond.
Now, Hal and Eph, having waited for some time at the shore boat, before
going out on board the "Farnum," had at last made up their minds to go
back and look for their missing leader. They came along just at the moment
that the young captain's head appeared through the opening in the fence.
"There he is," muttered Hal, stopping short. "Gracious! He acts queerly. I
wonder if anything can have happened to him? Come along, Eph!"
The two raced across the street.
"Jack, old fellow! What on earth's the matter?" demanded Hal Hastings,
anxiously.
"I wish you could tell me," responded Jack Benson, speaking rather
thickly, for he was still somewhat dazed. "Oh, my head!"
"There has been some queer work here," muttered Hal in Eph's ear. "Don't
torment him with questions. Just help me to get him down to the yard."
While the two submarine boys were guiding their weak, dizzy comrade out to
the sidewalk a man came by with a swinging stride. Then he stopped short,
staring in amazement.
"Hullo, boys! What on earth has happened?"
It was Grant Andrews, foreman of the submarine work at the yard, and a
warm personal friend of Benson's.
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