"We'll go back and get them in a few minutes after we've tended to
this Prussian gentleman that we hypnotized," shot back his commander,
as his jaw squared and his eyes flashed.
Jack and Officer Cleary stared at each other.
"Well, of all the nerve!" gasped Cleary.
"Great Scott, man! it takes a real honest-to-goodness Yankee like you
to get away with such a trick."
Veering off to port, the skipper steered a straight course for several
hundred yards. Then the _Dewey_ cut out into a short half circle and
in another moment came to a stop sixty-five feet below the surface.
"Put her up," came the order to the navigating officer at the ship's
air pumps.
There was an interval of strained silence as the commander waited until
the eye of the periscope had cleared the spray that dashed against
the glass.
"There they are!" he announced. "Light still turned on the spot where
we went down a minute or so ago. Guess they are waiting to see
whether we really are done for.
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