"ONE ON" THE WATCH OFFICER
At nine o'clock the next morning Messrs. Farnum and Pollard were sent
for to report aboard the flagship, where they had a long talk with
Admiral Bentley.
The result was somewhat disappointing. During the manoeuvres a board
of naval officers would be sent aboard the "Pollard" to observe what
she could do in surface running, diving, etc. The "Pollard," however,
was not to be included in any of the deep-sea manoeuvres of attack and
defense, as there were already two Government submarines with the fleet,
and the work of these had been mapped out.
"However, that's the best we can do, and we must be satisfied," sighed
Jacob Farnum to Captain Jack. "We'll find plenty of chance to show
what we can do, and I know the Navy officers will see that we get a
fair show at Washington."
"Of course," nodded Captain Benson, loyally. "When they see just what
a handy craft the 'Pollard' is at all times, they'll be wild to have
a few 'Pollards' in the Navy."
"That's the way to talk," beamed the anxious inventor, all of whose
hopes of the future were based on the developments of these few days.
"It's the way to talk, sir," replied Captain Jack, "because it's the
truth. We'll show these Navy folks so much about the 'Pollard' that,
being men of good sense, they'll see the point."
In the afternoon several delegations of naval officers visited the
little submarine from the different craft in the fleet. The tiny cabin
was crowded with visitors, the air being thick with cigar smoke much of
the time. What astounded many of the visitors was the extreme
youthfulness of captain and crew, but Jacob Farnum assured the naval
callers that these young men had accomplished all that had been done
with the 'Pollard' up to date.
"And I'm going to be wholly satisfied, gentlemen," added the builder,
"with the impression that will be made upon you by what my crew of boys
can show you."
"Why, your boy crew is your strong point," laughed Captain Carew.
"You're building a type of submarine so simple that any child can
handle it above or below water."
All present joined in the laugh at this sally, but Mr. Farnum took
it in good part declaring:
"That is just the idea, Captain Carew. We have the simplest, most
effective submarine boat that it is possible to build."
All of the visitors were inclined to take this view, from an inspection
of the simple running methods of the boat. Of course, none of the
visitors had seen the "Pollard" dive or run beneath the surface, but
they were willing to accept the statements of builder and inventor.
One naval officer, however, was sceptical on the whole subject of
submarine torpedo boats. That gentleman was Lieutenant McCrea, of the
huge battleship "Luzon."
"Of course," remarked Lieutenant MeCrea, "there's a whole lot of good
theory about what submarine torpedo boats can do. In different naval
evolutions, I admit, the submarines have made an excellent theoretical
showing. As far as can be determined in peaceful evolutions it looks
as though the submarine might really be a source of great danger to
a hostile battleship.
"But, in actual war, conditions are different from anything that can
be planned during mere evolutions. In war time the nerves of both
officers and men are more keenly attuned. So, in actual war, I think
it very doubtful whether a submarine could succeed in getting up close
to a big battleship, unseen, and delivering the mortal blow."
That started a good deal of lively discussion. A few of the Navy
officers present favored Lieutenant McCrea's view. More, however, were
inclined to the belief that, as time went on, the more and more
perfected submarine torpedo boat would become a greater and greater
danger to the battleship, very likely in the end driving the battleship
from the navies of the world.
"Humph!" muttered Lieutenant McCrea. "Lying here in the bay I am
willing to admit that a submarine can sail under the hull of the vessel
I'm stationed on. But I'd like to see the submarine that could creep
up alongside, showing ever so little of itself, even on the darkest
night, without being detected."
"You think, sir," interposed Captain Jack, quietly, "that, if you were
in command of the deck at the time, you'd detect any submarine boat
that showed any portion of itself above the water?"
"Think?" retorted Lieutenant McCrea, with warmth. "No; I don't think
anything of the sort. I'd detect any such trick in time to turn a
rapid fire gun loose on the venturesome submarine!"
"Every time, sir?" asked Jack, calmly.
"Every time!" retorted the lieutenant, with emphasis.
Young Benson was wise enough not to attempt to take too much of a part
in the conversation with so many experienced naval officers present.
Yet he remained, listening, for the talk was highly instructive.
"I'll have to go up and signal for my boat," declared Lieutenant McCrea,
rising, at last. "I want a bit of sleep, for I'm watch officer on the
'Luzon' to-night, from dog watch to midnight."
After the lieutenant had gone, Captain Jack suddenly rose, hastening to
the platform deck, where Hal Hastings stood on watch.
"What's the matter?" demanded Hal, looking keenly at his chum.
"Why?"
"Why, your face is nearly all one broad grin."
"Oh, I'm thinking a bit," Jack answered, evasively.
"Happy thoughts, then," mocked Hastings, amiably. "I can tell by the
grinful look of your face."
"Yes, it's something lively that I'm thinking about," laughed young
Benson.
Over the supper table, that evening, Captain Jack announced the scheme
that had entered his mind while listening to Lieutenant McCrea.
Jacob Farnum listened, at first, somewhat thunderstruck. Then, of a
sudden, he laid down his knife and fork, bursting into a roar of
laughter.
"It sounds like a fearfully cheeky thing to do, I know," confessed the
young captain.
"It surely is," confirmed David Pollard, nervously.
"Yet," pursued young Benson, "if the trick should succeed, how it
would take the conceit out of some people who don't believe in
submarines."
"Wouldn't it?" rejoined Mr. Farnum, his eyes twinkling with merriment.
"Yet you don't intend to try it, do you?" asked the inventor.
"I don't know," confessed Mr. Farnum. "But I'll admit this much--I'm
certainly thinking hard over the scheme that Captain Benson has
proposed."
"It would be unfortunate if we did the thing, and only succeeded in
offending the officers of the Navy," pursued the inventor, an extremely
thoughtful look on his pallid, thin face.
"Oh, of course, as far as the mere expense goes, I'd pay the bill for
the trick," Farnum went on. "To tell the truth. Dave, the point I'm
considering most now is, whether we can really successfully play the
trick that Captain Benson has sprung on us."
"I believe we can; don't believe there'll be any difficulty whatever,"
declared the young captain, his eyes glowing.
"Well, I'm going to think it over a while," announced the builder,
as he finished his meal.
He went directly up to the platform deck, seating himself on a folding
chair. From the loud chuckles that came, from time to time, from the
platform deck, it was plain that the boatbuilder had had his sense of
humor mightily tickled.
Presently, the hail came:
"Benson, come up here, won't you?"
As Jack reported to the builder Farnum stood looking across the bay.
"Captain, how are we going to get at the exact distance between our
boat and the 'Luzon'?"
"It's a question of mathematics, isn't it?" asked Jack, slowly. "Mr.
Pollard is the expert in that line, isn't he?"
"Oh, I say, Dave," bawled the builder down the stairway. "Come up
here, won't you? Now, how far is it from our moorings to those of
the 'Luzon'?"
There being still enough daylight for the purpose, Mr. Pollard brought
up a small transit. Measuring a base-line on the deck of the submarine,
he took two observations, then went below to do some rapid figuring.
"Exactly 1,142 feet, from mooring to mooring," he called up through the
manhole, presently.
"If you've got the distance down as fine as that," laughed back Mr.
Farnum, "good enough!"
"Are you going to try to play Benson's trick, then?" asked the inventor,
reappearing on deck.
"I'm inclined to think," replied the boatbuilder, "that I am. It seems
like too good a thing to miss."
On board the "Pollard" the cabin lights burned late that evening. Once
the plan invented by Captain Jack was explained to the others all hands
turned to, in great glee, to make preparations.
Ships of any size always carry, as a part of the cruising supplies, a
stock of paints and brushes. The submarine craft was so provided.
Jack caused to be brought from one of the lockers a can of prepared
white paint. This was thinned with oil and tested for the business in
hand. Then the best brush for the purpose was picked out. To this was
fitted a long handle. Two short sticks had to be spliced to make a
handle of sufficient length.
"How are you on lettering, Captain?" guffawed Mr. Farnum, while
preparations were thus being made.
"Nothing extra," Jack admitted. "But I guess I can at least make
legible letters."
All was in readiness long before need came. At about quarter past
eleven o'clock that night the "Pollard" noiselessly slipped from her
moorings. At that time none of the searchlights of the fleet at anchor
happened to be turned toward the submarine boat.
Ventilators were taken in, the manhole cover was closed, lights were
extinguished, and, the next instant, the "Pollard" began to sink.
Only one light burned aboard, and that came from a small lantern in
the engine room, where Hal Hastings crouched over the electric motor,
keeping strict track of the revolutions. While Jack Benson steered
strictly to compass, Hal counted the revolutions until the number had
been reeled off to carry the submarine the estimated distance under
water. Then Hal shut off speed, while Eph Somers passed word to the
young captain.
"Let her come up slowly, until I give the word," called down Captain
Jack. "Don't rush with the raising."
So compressed air was turned into the diving tanks, slowly expelling
the water therefrom. Very slowly the "Pollard" rose. Jack, watching
intently, knew the instant that the conning tower's top was above waves.
"Stop," he called down. Just ahead, about sixty feet, lay the seaward
side of the battleship "Luzon's" great gray hull. With his hand on the
electric speed control Captain Jack moved the submarine in until she lay
alongside the big battleship.
With the greatest stealth the manhole cover was raised by Hal and Eph.
Captain Jack, in the meantime, was rapidly shedding his clothing, until
he stood forth in a bathing suit only. Clad in this garment he slipped
out over the top of the conning tower. The platform deck was under
water, but Benson touched it with his feet.
"No hail from the deck above," he whispered to Hal. "Now, pass me
the paint and brush like lightning."
The brush was passed out, the paint can being rested on the edge of
the manhole, where Hal steadied it. Taking up a good sopping of paint
on the brush, Captain Benson rapidly sketched, on the gray side of
the battleship a letter "P" some six feet long.
Then, with rapid strokes, he swiftly finished the entire word:
"Pollard."
As the "Luzon" lay on the outer edge of the anchored fleet, and the
submarine lay alongside on the seaward side, there was no danger of any
betraying searchlight being turned on the perpetrators of this huge
joke.
"It's all done," whispered Jack, chuckling softly, "and that wonderful
watch officer above hasn't hailed us or passed the word for the marine
guard!"
"That man McCrea will claim it wasn't done during his watch," whispered
Eph. "Paint on the exact present time. It's just 11.33."
So Captain Jack, again chuckling, and with a fresh brushful of paint,
wrote the present time on the battleship's gray side.
All in a twinkling, afterward, the submarine, her manhole closed,
dropped down beneath the waves. She was soon back at her anchorage,
lying on the surface of the water as though this handy little craft had
not just been engaged in perpetrating the biggest naval joke of the year!