The _Dewey_ struggled again in mad convulsion---but all to no avail.
The shifted cargo of humans and equipment made no difference; the
submersible remained fast.
There now was no doubt of the _Dewey's_ serious dilemma. No spoken
word was necessary to impress upon the men the critical situation.
Sleep was out of the question. Jack rambled into the wireless room,
where he tried to calm his restless spirits by rattling away on the
key at the code alphabet. Lately he had been giving much attention
to mastering the operation of the wireless apparatus and under the
direction of Sammy Smith had been making excellent progress.
He nervously fitted the microphone receivers to his ears---and the
next moment sat bolt upright. He was startled to hear the clicking
sound in the listeners that indicated the proximity of a moving vessel.
"Quick! Listen here!" he called out to Sammy Smith. The wireless
chief dashed down the receivers and hurried to find Lieutenant Mcclure.
"Ship approaching from the southwest," said Smith hurriedly.
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