For somewhere under or on that waste of waters they believed a deadly
submarine was lurking, awaiting the favorable moment to send a torpedo
at the ship.
CHAPTER XI
THE DEPTH CHARGE
Charlie Anderson, who had taken the earliest watch, roused Blake at the
appointed time, and reported:
"All quiet so far."
"Then you haven't seen anything of our friends across the hall?"
"Not a thing. Just as we arranged, I've had my eye at the hole, but
their doors have both been closed. Maybe you'll have better luck."
"I don't think it will be good luck at all to see one of them sneak out
to flash a signal to a waiting submarine, or one that may be following
us all the while, waiting for a chance to strike. But I will call it
exceedingly good luck if we can stop it," said Blake.
"Go to it, old top!" exclaimed Macaroni, dropping into what he thought
the latest English slang. "I'm going to turn in."
The lanky helper of the moving picture boys had spent the hours of his
watch with his eye close to a small hole that had been bored in the door
of the boys' stateroom. The hole gave a view of the staterooms of
Lieutenant Secor and Mr. Labenstein, which adjoined. And, as Charles had
said, he had not observed either man leave his apartment.
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