Then,
nodding sulkily, he followed.
"Hustle up, there!" Jack shouted down. "We don't want to drift."
Jack Benson stood out on the platform deck, holding to the conning tower
at the port side. A naval launch had just placed a buoy over an anchor
that had been lowered.
"Get forward, you two," Jack called briskly, "and make the bow cable fast
to that buoy."
Hal still sat at the wheel in the tower. As Eph and Truax crept forward
over the arched upper hull of the "Farnum," Hal sounded the engine room
signals and steered until the boat had gotten close enough to make the bow
cable fast. Then the stern cable was made fast, with more line, to another
buoy.
"A neat hitch, Mr. Benson," came a voice from the bridge of the "Hudson,"
which lay a short distance away. Jack, looking up, saw Lieutenant
Commander Mayhew leaning over the bridge rail.
"Thank you, sir," Jack acknowledged, saluting the naval officer.
The parent vessel and her two submarine charges now lay at anchor in the
harbor at Port Clovis, one of the towns down the coast from Dunhaven. This
mooring overnight was to be repeated each day until Annapolis should be
reached.
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