The Submarine Boys Lightning Cruise

The Submarine Boys' Lightning
Cruise, by

Victor G. Durham
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Title: The Submarine Boys' Lightning Cruise The Young Kings of the
Deep
Author: Victor G. Durham

Release Date: November 13, 2005 [eBook #17058]
Language: English
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Note: This is book five of eight of the Submarine Boys Series.

THE SUBMARINE BOYS' LIGHTNING CRUISE
The Young Kings of the Deep
by
VICTOR G. DURHAM
1910

CONTENTS
CHAPTERS
I. Why the Danger Sign Was Up II. Torpedo Practice at Last III. Struck
by a Submerged Foe IV. A Submariner's Revenge V. The Mysterious
Order Comes VI. Judas & Co. Introduce Themselves VII. Eph
Sommers Plays Gallant VIII. One, Two, Three--A Full Bag IX. But
Something Happened Next X. John C. Rhinds Advocates Fair Sport!
XI. The Strain of Red-Hot Metal XII. Let a Sailor Stick to Her Deck
XIII. The Trick is Easily Seen Through XIV. Radwin Doesn't See His
Best Chance XV. The Goal of the Lightning Cruise XVI. Jack Gives
the Order. "Fire!" XVII. The Message of Terror XVIII. The Findings
on the "Thor" XIX. On the Other Side of the Forced Door XX. Captain
Jack Pulls a New String XXI. Jack Meets a Human Fact, Face to Face
XXII. A Cornered Submarine Captain XXIII. A Coward's Last Ditch
XXIV. Conclusion
CHAPTER I
WHY THE "DANGER" SIGN WAS UP
"Danger!"
That sign might have been over an air-hole in the ice; or it might have

been near rapidly moving shafting and belting in a factory.
As a matter of fact, the letters, white against the red paint on the door of
the shed, meant danger in the most terrible form. It was the sort of
danger, which, defied too far, would send one traveling skyward.
The shed stood in a lonely corner of the big Farnum shipbuilding yards
at Dunhaven. Now, it was the Farnum yard in which the Pollard
submarine boats were built, and this shed contained some two dozen
Whitehead submarine torpedoes, each with its fearful load of two
hundred pounds of that dread high explosive, guncotton.
It was in the month of February, and the day, at this seacoast point, was
cold and blustery, when two boys of seventeen, each in natty blue
uniforms and caps resembling those worn by naval officers, crossed the
yard toward the shed. Over their uniforms both boys wore heavy,
padded blue ulsters, also of naval pattern.
"Danger?" laughed young Captain Jack Benson, stopping before the
door and fumbling for the key. "Well, I should say so!"
"Something like two tons and a half of guncotton in this old shed,"
smiled Hal Hastings. "That's not mentioning some other high
explosives."
"It's this gun-cotton that begins to make our calling in life look like a
really dangerous one," muttered Jack, as he produced the key and fitted
it into the lock.
"Once upon a time," murmured Hal, "we thought there was sufficient
danger, just in going out on the ocean in a submarine torpedo craft, and
diving below the surface."
"Yet we found that submarine travel wasn't really dangerous," pursued
Captain Jack. "Really, riding around in a submarine craft seems as safe,
and twice as pleasant, as cruising in any other kind of yacht."
"After we've gotten more used to having hundreds of pounds of

gun-cotton on board," smiled Hal, "I don't suppose we'll ever think of
the danger in that stuff, either."
Jack unlocked the door, swinging it open. Then both young men passed
inside the red shed.
It needed hardly more than a glance, from an observing person, to make
certain that neither boy was likely to be much bothered by any ordinary
form of danger.
For a number of months, now, Jack Benson and Hal Hastings had lived
all but continually aboard submarine torpedo boats. They had operated
such craft, when awake, and had dreamed of doing it when asleep.
Being youths of intense natures, and unusually quick to learn, they had
long before qualified as experts in handling submarine craft.
They had yet, however, one thing to learn practically. It needs the
deadly torpedo, fired below the water, and traveling under the surface,
to make the torpedo boat the greatest of all dangers that menace the
haughty battleship of a modern navy.
Now, at last, Captain Jack Benson, together with his engineer, Hal
Hastings, and Eph Somers, another young member of the crew, were
about to have their first practical drill with the actual