Not a man
in the crew but envied Jack in his daring attempt to get away; every
man realized that soon it would be his turn. Either he must follow
the example of the one who had gone or face the alternate of a slow
and horrible death.
Ted Wainwright and Bill Witt were speculating on the fate of their chum.
"I hope he made it all right," sighed Ted after a long period of
silence that had followed the discharge of the "human torpedo."
Gloom pervaded the chamber of steel; every man was at the point of
despair.
"He's a good swimmer; he proved that when he plucked 'Little Mack'
out of the sea the day we ran afoul of that floating German mine,"
countered Bill. "If we are as near the land as Lieutenant Mcclure
thinks we are, then Jack will make it sure as anything."
Chief interest centered in the wireless room where Sammy Smith was
listening at the microphone. If, perchance, Jack had made the surface
and succeeded in arresting the attention of the passing vessel, then
the microphones would reveal the approach of the returning ship.
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