"What are you doing?" called Eph. "Go ahead with your work—-there's no time to be lost," replied Lieutenant Jack.
"Hold this a moment, Eph," Hal Hastings requested, and Somers's attention was forced back to the motor.
Sc-cratch! Flare! Jack Benson was using matches under that work bench, now that be had made some clear space there.
"I wonder if Jack has gone clean daffy?" half chuckled Somers under his breath.
"What are you talking about?" Hastings demanded.
"Jack's lighting matches up forward, under the other bench."
"What if he is?"
"Maybe he thinks he can explode some gasoline and blow us to the surface."
"Quit your nonsense," returned Hal almost angrily, "and help me with this job."
"I'm waiting to see if Jack is going to let out a maniac yell," grimaced Eph Somers.