"So is a lot of the Navy's work, isn't it?" persisted Captain Jack.
"See here, lad, do you really mean that you want to make a sure-enough
job of blowing up the derelict?"
"That's what I'm staying here for, sir," rejoined Jack, again swinging
the searchlight. "And over there, three hundred yards yonder, I can
still make out, once in a while, that bit of mast. What do you say,
Lieutenant?"
"Why, if you boys have the grit to go ahead and tackle a job like that
in the night, the Navy isn't going to feel chilled and run away,"
laughed Danvers, shortly. "Yet, my boy, do you think you fully
understand the dangers of the undertaking?"
"I think I do," nodded Captain Jack.
"It's to be a duel between this submarine and the old derelict. You
can't just hang off like this over here, and shoot at that mast. That
wouldn't do any good."
"Yes, I know all that," said Jack, eagerly.
"Then what's your plan, Benson?"
"Why, sir, we've got, first of all, to sail as close as we dare to that
mast-stump. Then we've got to use a sounding line to find out in which
direction the hull of the sunken derelict lies.
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