After the big sailor a smaller one crawled out of the tunnel, rising to his feet. Though he was smaller, this second sailor was not exactly what could have been called a little man.
"Now, then," demanded the big sailor, "whose captain of this craft?"
Gaston, his eyes threatening to bulge from his head, had fallen back against the wall opposite. His mouth was wide open, but he ventured no answer.
"Stow my sidelights, Jerry," muttered the big sailor to his mate, "but this is a queer looking hold! And two young men here who'd look like officers of the service, if they wasn't so young."
"There never was anybody more delighted to you," broke fervently from
Jack Benson's. "You belong to the 'Waverly'?"
"Aye, aye, shipmate."
"Then you know the submarine, of course?"
"Aye, shipmate."
"I am the captain, and my friend the engineer, of that craft."
The big sailor's reply was an explosive yell.