“I’m afraid we’ll miss him,” Larry said. “Can’t take a chance on going up now. He might hang around for a while, of course, if the Jap has gone.”
“He could take care of that Jap in a minute,” McFee said.
“Say, maybe that’s what happened,” March suggested.
“Perhaps,” said Larry. “Maybe our plane came and drove off the Jap. But we can’t be sure. I’m not going to risk a sub and sixty men just to find out.”
Then the sound man turned excitedly.
“I hear something, sir,” he said. “Something in Morse—sounds like a hammer tapping against metal. I’ll have it in a minute.”
They waited impatiently as the sound man took down the message. Then he handed it to Larry.
“Kamongo,” it said. “Jap went home. Come on up.”
Larry grinned. “It’s okay,” he said. “The Jap wouldn’t have known we were Kamongo. It’s our plane. Take her up.”
When the ship surfaced and Larry scrambled through the hatch on to the bridge he saw the big American flying boat resting on the water not a quarter of a mile away. It taxied over beside the submarine as March and Mac joined Larry on the bridge.