CHAPTER XVIII
EPH BETS AN ANCHOR AGAINST A FISH-HOOK
"The government possesses the fellow's charts and notes, anyway," observed Jack Benson, rather proudly.
"Yes, thanks to you, gentlemen," nodded the commandant. "Still, I fancy the authorities, will be fearfully annoyed over this escape."
"There are no particulars, sir, you say?" queried Jack.
"No; the mere announcement of the fellow's escape, and a request to military and naval authorities to be on the lookout for the fugitive The despatch also states that description will follow by wire."
"We can give you a pretty fair word-portrait of Millard right now, sir," offered Lieutenant Benson.
"And I wish you would."
Jack proceeded to do so. He had about finished, when the carriage stopped punctually before the door of the officers' club. The commandant took cordial leave of his young guests, after which they were driven to the railway station. Just a little later they found themselves leaning back in parlor car seats, bound for Washington.
Most of the way back the youngsters dozed in their chairs. Now, that the excitement was over, all felt need of rest.