Instantly his hand gave a backward jerk.
They could feel a slight jar as the torpedo, loaded with two hundred pounds of explosive, tore from the submarine on her errand of destruction.
Would she hit the mark?
CHAPTER XXIV.
MUTINY ON THE HIGH SEAS.
That question was soon answered when they reached the surface, and you may be sure that no time was lost in carrying out this maneuver. As the searchlight was sprung into place, on the top of the dripping conning-tower, its rays swept the sea for yards around. But of the derelict, that had recently floated, there was not a trace to be seen. Only some few timbers and a splintered plank or two were left to mark her passing.
“Wow!” whispered Herc, under his breath, to Ned; “it’s kind of spooky, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know about that,” laughed the other Dreadnought Boy; “but it’s mighty effective. If this had been war, and that had been a foreign vessel, we’d have blown her up in just that way.”
“I hope we get a chance to some day,” exclaimed Herc.