"There she is," smiled Benson. "She won't go far away. She'll be on view, all right."
Jacob Farnum made straight for two marines who had been standing a little distance away. Neither had joined in the rush for the submarine.
"My men, to what ship do you belong?" he asked, quickly.
"Flagship 'Columbia,' sir," replied one of the men.
"Do you know the new steward, Dudley, of the 'Columbia'?"
"I think he came ashore lately, sir, in one of the shore boats."
"Then you saw him land?"
"Yes, sir."
"Which way did he go?"
"I think he headed straight for the railway station, sir. Had something in his hand that looked like a telegram."