ms of the bluejackets and marines of the United States Navy!

CHAPTER XIX

CAPTURING A U-BOAT

The battle at the wharf was of short duration. Completely surrounded
and outnumbered ten to one, the party of isolated Germans threw down
their arms and surrendered. From his vantage point behind the conning
tower of the captured U-boat Jack kept tabs on the struggle until all
firing had ceased and he was sure the Germans had been completely
subjugated. The cheering of his rescuers apprised him of the defeat
of the enemy. Walking out on the deck of the U-boat, he pulled off
his hat and welcomed his deliverers with a lusty yell.

His sudden appearance from behind the conning tower of the U-boat
completely nonplussed his friends for a moment. The bluejackets
wheeled at the sound of his voice and a dozen rifles were trained on
him in an instant.

"Don't fire!" yelled Jack. "I'm Jack Hammond of the U.S.S. _Dewey_."

For a moment the blue jackets paused---and then pandemonium broke
loose.

"Hurrah, hurrah for Jack Hammond!" they shouted. Hastily a gangplank
was thrown out to the captive U-boat and Jack ran ashore only to be
surrounded by his fellow-countrymen and fairly lifted off his feet.

"We've heard all about you---how you escaped from the U-boat and called
for help from the German wireless station. Bully for you, Jack
Hammond; Uncle Sam can be proud of you," cried a sergeant of marines,
who was gripping his hand with a clasp of steel.

Through the crowd of sailors and marines at that moment came a slender
lad who elbowed his way forward with the ruthless violence of a
fullback determined upon a touchdown. Right and left he tossed the
bluejackets until he had fought to the side of the rescued American
in the center of the group.

"Jack!" he yelled in delight.

"Ted!" cried the other almost in unison.

Unabashed, the two old Brighton chums embraced each other like two
school girls just back for the fall term after summer vacation.

"Gee, chum, I never expected to see you again!" exclaimed Ted as he
released his companion from a regular bear hug.

"Nor I you, either," said Jack. "Tell me, what happened to the _Dewey_?
How did you get out? Where is McClure and all the rest of the crew?
How did you get here?"

Jack was so excited thinking of his old friends he forgot his own part
in the stirring incidents of the last few hours, and his own injury,
as he insisted on hearing the whole story from