Good old Brighton!
Back there now under the oaks on the campus, or up in the dormitories,
the boys were assembled again for the fall term.
But this was not the time for backward glances. Grim work lay ahead
of them.
An hour later preparations were made to ascend and repair the damaged
periscopes. In response to a query from the ship's commander, Sammy
Smith said he could find no trace of any nearby or approaching vessels,
although he had given the submarine telephone its best test.
Gradually the _Dewey_ came to the surface as the ballast tanks were
emptied. The hatch was thrown open and the _Dewey's_ commander raised
himself to get a line on his surroundings.
A dense fog had commenced to settle over the water, blotting out the
stars and making a mist that hung over the sea like a great gray
blanket.
"Could not be better for our purposes had it been made to order,"
smiled McClure, as he gave orders for the repair crew to haul out the
reserve periscopes and get busy.
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