“The young man acts as though he had been [pg 060] struck on the head,” was the physician's verdict. “No bones of the skull are broken. The odor of liquor is on his coat, but I can't seem to detect any on the breath.”
“Of course you can't,” commented Jacob Farnum, crisply. “Will Benson be fit to sail in the morning?”
“I think so,” nodded the doctor. “But there ought to be a nurse with him to-night.”
“Take my car, Andrews, and get a man nurse at once,” directed Mr. Farnum. “Doctor, can the young man be moved to his berth on the 'Farnum'?”
“Safely enough,” nodded the medical man. They waited until the nurse arrived, when Jack was put to bed on the newer submarine craft.
Jack slept through the night, moaning once in a while. Mr. Farnum and the Dunhaven doctor were aboard early to look at him. The surgeon from the “Hudson” also came over.
Under the effects of medicine Jack Benson was asleep when, at ten o'clock that morning, the two submarine torpedo boats slipped their moorings, following the “parent boat,” the “Hudson,” out of the harbor.
Ten minutes later the motion of the sea awoke the young skipper.