"Quick," came a voice from the submarine, "we cannot let the ship fall into the hands of the accursed Yankees. The fuse, man."
Jack understood this well enough. He raised his voice in a shout:
"Cease rowing!"
Frank's voice repeated the command and the little flotilla advanced no more.
"Put about and make for shore," shouted Jack. "Quick."
The order was obeyed without question, and it was well that it was. Hardly had the boats reached the shore when there was a terrific explosion, and the water kicked up an angry geyser.
"And that," said Jack calmly, "is the end of the submarine. They've blown her up—and themselves with her!"