JACK PLAYS WITH A VOLCANO
After something more than an hour's drive the Jehu pulled his horses up, got down from the box and opened one of the doors.
"Here you are, young gents. This is the spot where I put the last fare down. An' now you know as much about her whereabouts as I do."
The district into which the submarine boys had come was well outside of the city, and in a different direction from Craven's Bay and the Fort.
It was bleak and wild here. Even the shanties of the three little villages, with their fish-sheds, their racks with nets spread, the rickety wharves—all looked dismal. It seemed as though here must be one of the spots where only a scanty living is earned and only by the hardest kind of work.
"Well, we're much obliged to you, driver, and here's the money promised to you."
"Obliged to you, gents. Will you want to be going back with me?"
"No," Captain Jack answered. "I reckon we're going to be moored here for a while."
"Now, whereaway? What's the course?" demanded Eph Somers.
Benson glanced at his watch, then up at the sun.