E-text prepared by Jim Ludwig
Note: This is book six of eight of the Submarine Boys Series.
Deeding Their Lives to Uncle Sam
by
1910
CHAPTERS
I. "Do You Speak German?"
II. "French Spoken Here"
III. The Man Who Marked Charts
IV. Jack's Queer Lot of Loot
V. Sighting the Enemy
VI. Flank Movement and Rear Attack
VII. A Lesson in Security and Information
VIII. Eph Feels Like Thirty Tacks
IX. Jack Plays with a Volcano
X. "Mr. Grey" Makes New Trouble
XI. Facing the Secretary of the Navy
XII. Navy Officers for an Hour or a Day
XIII. Commander of a U.S. Gunboat!
XIV. The Bow Gun Booms and Eph Puts Off
XV. "The Right Boat and the Right Crew!"
XVI. The Duel Through the Door
XVII. The Last Hour of Command
XVIII. Eph Bets an Anchor Against a Fish-Hook
XIX. Jack's Caller at the United Service Club
XX. The Girl in the Car
XXI. Daisy Huston Decides for the Flag
XXII. The Part of Abercrombie R.N.
XXIII. "Foreign Trade" Becomes Brisk
XXIV. Their Lives Deeded to the Flag
"Hey, there, Mister!" called out Jabez Holt, from one of the two officewindows in the little hotel at Dunhaven.
As there was only one other man in the office, that other man guessed thathe might be the one addressed.
With a slight German accent the stranger, who was well-dressed, andlooked like a prosperous as well as an educated man, turned and demanded:
"You are calling me?"
"I reckon," nodded Jabez.
"Then my name is Herr Professor—"
"Hair professor?" repeated Jabez Holt, a bit of astonishment showing inhis wrinkled old face. "Hair professor? Barber, eh? Why, I thought youwas a traveler. But hurry up over here—do you hear me?"
"My good man," began the German, stiffly, drawing himself up to his fullsix-foot-one, "it is not often I am affronted by being addressed so—"
"There! He'll be outer sight in another minute, while you are arguin'about your dignity!" muttered Holt. "And that's the feller you said youwanted to see—Jack Benson."
"Benson?" cried the German, forgetting his outraged dignity and springingforward. "Benson?"
"That's him—almost up to the corner," nodded Landlord Jabez Holt.
"Run out and bring him back with you," directed Herr Professor Radberg.
"Be quick!"
"Waal, I guess you're spryer'n I be," returned old Jabez, with a shrewdlook at his guest. "Besides, it's you that wants the boy."
Running back and snatching up his hat, Professor Radberg made for thestreet without further argument.
Moving along hastily, the German soon came in sight of young Captain Jack
Benson, of the Pollard Submarine Torpedo Boat Company.
"Ach, there! Herr Benson!" shouted the Professor.
Hearing the hail, Jack Benson turned, then halted.
"You are Herr Benson, are you not?" demanded Professor Radberg, as soonas he got close enough.
"Benson is my name," nodded Jack, pleasantly.
"Then come back to the hotel