Jack and Frank heeded this advice, and hastened to their cabin to change their clothes.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
A CAPTURE.
In the little boat, in dark civilian clothes, the lads put off from the submarine, and soon were mingling with the hundreds of other little craft darting shoreward as fast as strong arms could drive them.
“I guess we shall make it all right,” Frank whispered to Jack.
“Of course we shall,” was the reply. “It’ll probably be harder getting back.”
“We’ll come through some way,” was the reply.
“Of course.”
At that moment Frank’s attention was directed to a struggling knot in the water.
“What’s that?” he asked drawing his friend’s attention.
“Looks like a fight to me,” said the latter.