“Have a little target practice and send her down to where all derelicts belong—the bottom,” replied Lieutenant Watson, grimly.
“I may add one thing,” he continued. “I hope never to have such a terrible experience again.”
“Amen!” muttered Clif, tenderly feeling his wounds.
Three hours later a well-aimed shot from one of the Monongahela’s guns sent the shattered hull of the mysterious derelict down to its last resting place.
The practice ship stood away on her course, and her crew of naval cadets speedily forgot the episode in the excitement of other experiences.
CHAPTER X. SAIL DRILL AT SEA.
“I don’t believe a word of it!”
“It’s true, nevertheless, Payne.”