“Run up the flag and then get back below,” answered Bob, squeezing to one side of the tower so that Dick could pass.
Dick had kicked off his shoes and thrown aside his hat. Stripped for action, he bent the flag to the halyards as the submarine swept onward toward the threatening wall of the fort.
CHAPTER XXX.
RUNNING THE BATTERY.
Signs of activity showed around the fort as the Grampus rushed down toward it. Soldiers with rifles appeared on the walls, and the muzzles of the cannon were being slowly depressed in order to get the boat under a drop fire.
“They’re going to let us have it!” called Ferral, still working with the flag.
“Get the bunting up and return below!” ordered Bob.
“I suppose you think that you’re the only one who’s privileged to show himself while the rebels are shaking out their loads at us.”
“I don’t want you to expose yourself to needless danger, Dick,” said Bob.
“Danger!” Dick gave vent to a scornful laugh. “I don’t think the greasers can shoot. Let’s give ’em a chance at us and see if——”