"This
craft is private property, and I have no right to give orders that may
damage private property. I'll hold the fleet until you've had time to
inspect your engines properly. By that time, however, we'll have to put
back to the coast for the night, for our practice time will be gone."
"In the days to follow, sir," put in Benson, earnestly, "I think we can
more than make up for this delay. We won't have the traitor aboard after
this."
"What earthly object can the fellow have had for wanting to damage your
motors?" demanded the naval officer, looking hopelessly puzzled.
"I can't even make a sane guess, sir," Jack Benson admitted.
An hour and a half later the "Hudson" and the two submarines headed back
for a safe little bay on the coast. Here the three craft anchored for the
night.
CHAPTER XVII: THE EVIL GENIUS OF THE WATER FRONT
It was nearly eight in the evening when the three craft were snug at
anchor.
The bay was a small one, hardly worthy of the name. The only inhabited
part of the shore thereabouts consisted of the fishing village known as
Blair's Cove, a settlement containing some forty houses.
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