"I'll trust to 'Little Mack'," he said to himself.
Coming up to the surface he veered off sharp to the _Dewey's_ starboard
and with long strokes pulled himself into the shadow of the partially
submerged submarine. The life-belt held him secure in the water and
he floated at ease.
Ted turned his attention toward the _Dewey_.
There, he saw, his example was being followed by other members of the
crew. As their names were called off by their commander a number of
the crew leaped overboard.
One stood up on the rim of the conning tower and dived away from the
glare of the enemy searchlights into the black shadows of the submarine.
Suddenly the aft hatch was thrown open directly above the engine room
and in a moment several begrimed members of the engine crew scrambled
up the ladder in quick succession and threw themselves into the sea.
The enemy had ceased firing.
"What does it all mean?" pondered Ted as he floated, watching the
graphic picture.
Unable to solve the problem for himself, he turned his attention to
the nearest man in the water.
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