Excerpt: ...Yes, that's our position. What's that? I can't hear you. Hurry. This is ticklish. We've got their radio room, yes. They haven't discovered us yet. But when they do, they'll cut off our juice. We'll hold out, all right. But come your fastest." The creeping sound outside had ceased. Jack could bear the anxiety no longer. He raised his head cautiously. Nobody in sight as the deck came into view. The door of the forecastle still was closed. He rose a trifle higher to bring the bridge into view. Then he yelled as the ...
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Excerpt: ...Yes, that's our position. What's that? I can't hear you. Hurry. This is ticklish. We've got their radio room, yes. They haven't discovered us yet. But when they do, they'll cut off our juice. We'll hold out, all right. But come your fastest." The creeping sound outside had ceased. Jack could bear the anxiety no longer. He raised his head cautiously. Nobody in sight as the deck came into view. The door of the forecastle still was closed. He rose a trifle higher to bring the bridge into view. Then he yelled as the door was dashed inward against him, knocking him to the floor. "Black George," tall, powerful, his head bandaged, his eyes aflame with maniacal rage, stood swaying in the little doorway, crouched to spring. Bob sprang forward. He had given his revolver, the one taken from "Black George's" room, to Frank. He had retained the long knife, but the unaccustomed weapon lay on the floor where he had placed it when he knelt, forgotten. He was unarmed. Mr. Temple shouted in alarm, and raised his revolver to fire. Then he dropped it again. He would hit his son. Bob's right fist shot out, but "Black George" dodged and the blow slid harmlessly over his shoulder. With a snarl, "Black George" flung his arms about Bob's waist. They reeled out to the bridge, tight-locked together, swayed a moment on the edge, and then fell with a crash to the deck at the foot of the ladder. It all happened so suddenly that by the time he could regain his feet and dash out to the bridge, Jack was too late to prevent the disaster. Revolver in hand, Mr. Temple was a step ahead of Jack and started down the ladder, with eyes only for the two figures below, apparently not much hurt by the fall and writhing now on the deck. But Jack saw what the older man missed, and shouted a warning. "Look out, Mr. Temple, here they come." Frank had heard the shouts. With a last word to the Sub Chaser, he ceased radioing and ran out on the bridge. He too...
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