"No worse than the rest of them, I'll wager," he said. "But, hello! The Ventura's moving again."
As soon as Jack had left the deck of the steamer, Captain Griswold had ordered the engines started and prepared for a quick dash to shore.
"There are likely to be more of those pesky submarines about here," he muttered, "and the sooner I reach port the better."
Accordingly he ordered full speed ahead.
"Do you know," said Frank, "I've a hunch that the U-87 is not through with the Ventura. You know how the German is. He doesn't like to admit he's been licked, so I figure the submarine commander is likely to have gone ahead and will be awaiting the approach of the Ventura."
"Now by George! I wouldn't be a bit surprised," Jack agreed. "Well, we'll be ready for him."
"What are you going to do, Jack?"
"I'll show you. Come."
Jack dashed to the radio room, Frank at his heels.
"Get the Ventura for me," Jack instructed the operator.