“Rise at full speed!” came the shouted order from Mr. Dancer.
The motors whirred and the White Shark shot toward the surface.
It was not till then that Jack said in a speculative voice:
“Shouldn’t wonder if there’ll be trouble when that ship up above finds out we’ve cut her anchor line.”
CHAPTER XII.
A BRITISH SKIPPER.
Not more than five minutes after her propellers had been set in the rising position the White Shark emerged on the surface. As soon as she reached it, power was shut down and the panel slid back. Then all emerged on deck, where an odd sight met their eyes.
Through the twilight gloom they made out the form of a bluff-bowed, square-rigged ship. Over her rail forward leaned the figures of several sailors, while aft, a bearded man, whom they easily guessed to be the captain, was regarding the sudden appearance of the submarine with amazement.
In a voice that proclaimed him a dyed-in-the-wool Britisher, he hailed them:
“‘Oo in the bloomin’ world may you be?” cried the astonished tar.