"Quick, Jack; grab that wireless upright forward!" commanded the young
lieutenant.
With alacrity Jack flung himself upon the steel aerial and wrenched
it loose. It was a long tubing very much like an ordinary length of
gas pipe set up usually forward as one of the wireless supports, and
folding down into the deck plates when the _Dewey_ was stripped for
undersea navigation.
"I am going to take a chance on exploding that one mine that seems to
be our hoodoo," shouted Lieutenant McClure.
Jack waited anxiously to see just what his lieutenant was doing. Taking
the wireless upright in hand after the manner of a track athlete
throwing the javelin, the young commander drew it well back and then
launched it full upon the mine floating not more than fifteen or
twenty feet from the _Dewey_.
"Hit it!" exclaimed McClure as the improvised battering ram left his
strong right arm.
It did, and with the desired result. The impact of the long steel
tubing directly upon the shell of the mine was sufficient to explode
the deadly thing.
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