Turning over on his back and paddling
thus until he floated, the boy remembered gain the submersible and
the fearful mine explosion that had cast him into the sea.
He looked for the _Dewey_ and in a moment beheld it still riding the
waves. Yes, the old sub had survived the mine explosion, or at least,
was still afloat, if damaged.
But what about Lieutenant McClure? Now Jack recalled his gallant
commander and how he, too, had been cast from the deck in the deluge.
Was "Little Mack" still alive?
The _Dewey_ was slowly picking her way among the other mines. Jack
shouted to her, but getting no response he started to swim with
vigorous strokes. He had gone but a few yards when an object appeared
on the crest of the water directly in front of him. It took only a
glance to convince him that it was the form of Lieutenant McClure.
With a supreme effort Jack drove himself forward with mighty strokes
toward the inert form of his commander.
Glancing up for a moment, what was the delight of the youth battling
with death to see the _Dewey_ bearing down upon him!
Some one had seen him and they were coming to his rescue.
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