"Probably some test in which the board wants us to start without any preparation," replied Radwin.
"I wish I knew what it was," muttered Rhinds.
"That's just the way every man-jack aboard the submarine boats is feeling about it," jeered Radwin. "Jove, I hope the test, to-day, is one in which we stand a chance to beat the Pollard crowd!"
Jacob Farnum had just started from the "Hastings," in a shore boat, when the first gun boomed forth. The shipbuilder had been on his way to see his friend, at the hospital, when he heard the first gun. Stopping the rowers, he quickly comprehended when the whistle blasts started. He accordingly directed that he be put back alongside the "Hastings."
Jack, Hal and Eph had come tumbling up on deck at the first realization of the signal. Grant Andrews and his men were no longer on board, having gone, at daylight, to their boarding house on shore.
"What do you suppose is in the air, Jack?" called Mr. Farnum.
"I don't know, sir. But whatever it is, we're ready. We can start, on anything, at the drop of a handkerchief. Gasoline tanks full, compressed air by the cubic yard, storage batteries charged."
"It would be hard to catch you youngsters unprepared," laughed the shipbuilder, appreciatively.
They were still on deck, waiting and wondering, when they saw the president and secretary of the Rhinds company put off from shore in haste.
"They don't mean to be left," sneered Eph.