There was not a sound throughout the submersible, except the low
drone of the electric fans that swept the air along the passageways.
Every man waited in stoical silence a further word from his chief.
"Jonah had nothing on us," cried Bill Witt grinning, as the group
of boys retreated down the passageway leading forward from the conning
tower into the main torpedo compartment. Lieutenant McClure and
his officers were conferring together over the _Dewey's_ dilemma.
"This ship is no fish," ventured Ted timidly, his mind engrossed in
the new danger that threatened.
"Well, it's a whale of a submarine, isn't it?" continued Bill in a
brave effort to be funny.
Ted agreed, but was in no humor for joking, and hurried amidships to
join Jack, who had remained within call of his commander.
For some moments the boys discussed the predicament of the _Dewey_,
the unfortunate circumstances that had led her aground, and the
possibilities of being floated again. Jack confided to his chum the
fact that he had overheard Lieutenant McClure say the _Dewey_ probably
had ventured too close in shore and had run afoul of a sand bar.
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