The
hours passed slowly.
Presently a storm rolled up out of the North Sea. Forked lightning
and the distant rumble of thunder heralded its advance. The breeze
increased to a gale before long and the sea became rough and angry.
Awakened by the tossing of the little craft and the ominous thunder,
Jack appeared in the conning tower. Saluting the ship's executive
officer, he declared he was feeling quite recovered from his strenuous
dip in the sea of the previous day and quite ready for any service.
Jack, accordingly, was posted at the reserve periscope. Ted was at
the observation ports in the tower and Officer Cleary at the other
periscope.
As the storm increased in fury the _Dewey_ was buffeted about like an
egg shell.
Ted was nursing a severe bump on the head, having been dashed by the
rocking of the boat against one of the steel girders. Hanging on to
supports, the crew of the _Dewey_ were having a hard time saving life
and limb as they were tossed to and fro by the fury of the storm.
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