The Submarine Boys and the Spies

The Submarine Boys and the Spies, by Victor

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Title: The Submarine Boys and the Spies Dodging the Sharks of the Deep
Author: Victor G. Durham

Release Date: November 13, 2005 [eBook #17057]
Language: English
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Note: This is book four of eight of the Submarine Boys Series.

THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SPIES
Dodging the Sharks of the Deep
by
VICTOR G. DURHAM
1910

CONTENTS
CHAPTERS
I. "Guess Day" at Spruce Beach II. Trouble in the Making Stage III. On the Edge of the Spider's Web IV. Kamanako Appears on the Scene V. Eph Learns Something New VI. The Little Russian has His Way VII. A Pointer Jolts the Submarine Captain VIII. Even Up for Mr. Kamanako IX. "Dog, Who is Your Master?" X. M. Lemaire Proves His Training XI. Jack's Friends Do Some Fast Guessing XII. In the Power of the Spies XIII. The Fellow Who Showed the White Flag XIV. A Remembrance From Shore XV. Captain Jack Becomes Suspicious XVI. The Government Takes a Hand XVII. Drummond's Little Surprise--For Himself XVIII. "Remember What Happened to the 'Maine'!" XIX. A Joke on the Secret Service! XX. A Bright Look and a Deadly Warning XXI. A French Rat in the Corner XXII. Gallant Even to the Foe XXIII. "Good-Bye, My Captain!" XXIV. Conclusion
CHAPTER I
"GUESS DAY" AT SPRUCE BEACH
"Has anyone sighted them yet?"
"No."
"What can be the matter?"
"You know, their specialty is going to the bottom. Possibly they've gone there once too often."
"Don't!" shuddered a young woman. "Try not to be gruesome always, George."
The young man laughed as he turned aside.
Everyone and his friend at Spruce Beach was asking similar questions. None of the answers were satisfactory, because nobody knew just what reply to make.
Everyone in the North who has the money and leisure to get away from home during a portion of the winter knows Spruce Beach. It is one of nature's most beautiful spots on the eastern coast of Florida, and man has made it one of the most expensive places in the world.
In other words, Spruce Beach is a paradise to look at. The climate, in the winter months, is mild and balmy. Health grows rapidly at this favored spot, and so fashion has seized upon it as her own. True, there are yet a few cottages and boarding houses left where travelers of moderate means may find board.
The whole air of Spruce Beach is one of holiday expectancy. The winter visitors go there to enjoy themselves; they expect it and demand it. They are gratified. From the first of December to the middle of March, life at Spruce Beach makes you think of a great, jolly, unending picnic. The greatest cause for regret is that more people of ordinary means cannot go there and reap some of the plentiful harvest of fun and frolic.
The thousands of tourists, hotel guests and cottagers at Spruce Beach had been promised that by the middle of December they would have a treat the like of which few of them had ever enjoyed before. The Pollard Submarine Boat Company, so named after David Pollard the inventor--the company of which Jacob Farnum, the shipbuilder, was president--had promised that by that date their newest, fastest and most formidable submarine torpedo boat, the "Benson," should arrive at Spruce Beach, there to begin a series of demonstrations and trials.
Still more extraordinary, the captain of this marvelous new submarine craft of war was known to be a boy of sixteen--Jack Benson, after whom the new navy-destroyer had been named.
Newspaper readers were beginning to be familiar with the name of Captain Jack Benson. Though so young he had, after a stern apprenticeship, actually succeeded in making himself a world-known expert in the handling of submarine torpedo boats.
Those lighter readers of newspapers, who scoffed at the very idea of a sixteen-year-old boy handling a costly submarine boat, were sometimes reminded that the same thing happens at the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis, where the young midshipmen are given instruction and often are qualified as young experts along similar lines.
More remarkable still, as faithful readers of newspapers knew, Captain Jack Benson had associated with him, on the new torpedo boat, two other sixteen-year-old boys, by name Hal Hastings and Eph Somers. It was also rumored, and nearly as often believed, that these three sea-bred young Americans knew as much as anyone in the United States on the special subject of submarine boat handling.
Be that all as it might, it