" The police thought they recognized
the fellow, from the description, and did their best to find him. The
mulatto, however, seemed to have disappeared from that part of the
country.
There came a Friday afternoon when, as the last detachment of middies
filed over the side into the waiting cutter, Lieutenant Commander Mayhew
announced:
"This, Mr. Benson, completes the instruction desired in the Basin and in
the river. To-morrow and Sunday you will have for rest. On Monday, at 10
A.M., a section will report aboard for the first trip out to sea. Then you
will show our young men how the boat dives, and how she is run under
water. As none of our cadet midshipmen have ever been below in a submarine
before, you will be sure of having eager students."
"And perhaps some nervous ones," smiled Skipper Jack.
"Possibly," assented Mr. Mayhew. "I doubt it, though. Nervousness is not a
marked trait of any young man who has been long enrolled at the Naval
Academy."
"Can we have a slight favor done us, Mr. Mayhew?" Jack asked.
"Any reasonable favor, of course."
"Then, sir, we'd like to spend a little time ashore, as we've been
confined so long aboard.
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