Getting up, the young captain made his
way to the foot of the conning tower stairs.
"Making port, Hal?" he called.
"Yep," came the reply. "We'll be at anchor in five minutes more."
Jack made his way slowly to the door of the engine room.
"Eph," he called, "as soon as you've shut off speed, take Truax above and
you two attend to the mooring."
"Take this other man up with you," urged Sam Truax. "I don't know anything
about tying a boat up to moorings."
"Time you learned, then," returned Eph Somers, "if you're to stay aboard a
submarine craft."
"Take this other man up with you," again urged Truax.
Eph Somers turned around to face him with a good deal of a glare.
"What ails you, Truax? You heard the captain's order. You'll go with me."
"Don't be too sure of that," uttered Sam Truax, defiantly.
"If you don't go above with me, and if you don't follow every order you
get aboard this boat, I know where you _will_ go," muttered Eph,
decisively.
"Where?" jeered Sam.
"Ashore--in the first boat that can take you there."
"You seem to forget that I'm on board by David Pollard's order," sneered
Truax.
"All I am sure of," retorted Eph, "is that Jack Benson is captain on board
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