Gritting his teeth to stifle a
groan, Jack drew himself up into a sitting posture. By his side lay
McClure unconscious. All around them flowed water, working its way
fore and aft through the submarine.
"Go aft, Ted; find out how things are in the engine room," directed
the injured executive officer. "And you, Binns, make an inspection
forward."
The two officers hurried to make an investigation, returning soon to
report that the boat had not suffered from the depth bomb so far as
could be ascertained except for the damage to the conning tower.
Jack directed that the _Monitor_ be submerged until she rested on the
bottom of the channel. The vessel dropped away until it came to
rest shortly with the depth dial showing one hundred and forty-two feet.
McClure, stunned by a blow on the head, sustained when he was hurled
against the side of the conning tower, was carried away still unconscious
to his bunk. Jack, his limbs bruised, torn and partially paralyzed,
insisted upon remaining at his post of duty and directed the dressing
of his wounds.
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