There are few facilities for cooking aboard submarine torpedo-boats, and that is why Lieutenant Ross ran his little submarine up alongside the flag-ship at noon, and made fast to the boat-boom – the horizontal spar extending from warships, to which the boats ride when in the water. And, as fam...
<p>There are few facilities for cooking aboard submarine torpedo-boats, and that is why Lieutenant Ross ran his little submarine up alongside the flag-ship at noon, and made fast to the boat-boom – the horizontal spar extending from warships, to which the boats ride when in the water. And, as familiarity breeds contempt, after the first, tentative, trial, he had been content to let her hang by one of the small, fixed painters depending from the boom; for his boat was small, and the tide weak, bringing little strain on painter or boom. Besides, this plan was good, for it kept the submarine from bumping the side of the ship – and paint below the water-line is as valuable to a warship as paint above.</p>
<p>Thus moored, the little craft, with only her deck and conning-tower showing, rode lightly at the end of her tether, while Ross and his men – all but one, to watch – climbed aboard and ate their dinner.</p>
<p>Ross finished quickly, and sought the deck; for, on going down to the wardroom, he had seen among the visitors from shore the one girl in the world to him – the girl he had met at Newport, Washington, and New York, whom he wanted as he wanted life, but whom he had not asked for yet, because he had felt so sure of her.</p>
<p>And now this surety was jolted out of his consciousness; for she was there escorted by a man she had often described, and whom Ross recognized from the description – a tall, dark, “captainish”-looking fellow, with a large mustache; but who, far from being a captain or other kind of superman, was merely a photographer – yet a wealthy and successful photographer, whose work was unusual and artistic.</p>
<p>Ross, though an efficient naval officer, was anything but “captainish”; he was simply a clean-shaven, clean-cut young fellow, with a face that mirrored every emotion of his soul. Knowing this infirmity – if such it is – he resolutely put down the jealous thoughts that surged through his brain; and when the visitors, guests of the captain, reached the deck, he met them, and was introduced to Mr. Foster with as pleasant a face as the girl had ever seen.</p>
<p>Then, with the captain’s permission, he invited them down to inspect his submarine. A plank from the lower grating of the gangway to the deck of the smaller craft was all that was needed, and along this they went, the girl ahead, supported by Mr. Foster, and Ross following, with...