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Submarine Boys and the Middies

<h1>CHAPTER X: A SQUINT AT THE CAMELROORELEPHANT</h1> The big cadet wheeled upon Jack. “Mr. Benson, how long have you been engaged on submarine boats, sir?” “Since July,” Jack replied. “July of this year?” “Yes.” “And it is now October. Do you consider that enough time, sir, in which to learn much about submarine boats?” “That depends,” Skipper Jack replied, “upon a man's ability in such a subject.” “Is it long enough time, sir, for a boy?” That was rather a hard dig. Instantly the other cadets became all attention. “It depends upon the boy, as it would upon the man,” Jack answered. “Do you consider, Mr. Benson, that you know all about submarine boats, sir?” “Oh, no.” “Who does, sir?” “No one that I ever heard of,” Jack answered. “Few men interested in submarine boats know much beyond the peculiarities of their own boats.” “And that applies equally to boys, sir?” “Yes,” Jack smiled. “Do you consider yourself, sir, fully competent to handle this craft?” “I'd rather someone else would say it,” Jack replied. “My employers, though, seem to consider me competent.” “What is this material, sir?” continued the cadet, resting a hand on a piston rod. “Brass,” Benson replied, promptly. “Do you know the specific gravity and the tensile strength of this brass?” Before Jack could answer Mr. Mayhew broke in, crisply: “That will do, Mr. Merriam. Your questions appear to go beyond the limits of ordinary instruction, and to partake more of the nature of a cross-examination. Such questions take up the time of the instruction tour unnecessarily.” Cadet Merriam flushed slightly, as he saluted the naval officer. Then the cadet's jaws settled squarely. He remained silent. A few more questions and the hour was up. Lieutenant Commander Mayhew gave the order for the cadets to pass above and embark in the cutters. He remained behind long enough to say to the three submarine boys: “You have done splendidly, gentlemen—far better than I expected you to do. If you manage the sea instruction as well, in the days to come, our cadets will have a first-class idea of the handling of the Pollard boats.” “I wish, sir,” Jack replied, after thanking the officer, “that the cadets were not required to say 'sir' to us. It sounds odd, and I am quite certain that none of the young men like it.” “It is necessary, though,” replied Mr. Mayhew. “They are required to do it with all civilian instructors, and it would never do to draw distinctions on account of age. Yes; it is necessary.” When the second squad of cadets arrived, in the afternoon, the three submarine boys found themselves ready for their task without misgivings. Eph took more part in the explanations than he had done in the forenoon. Then came a third squad of cadets, to be taken over the same ground. The young men of both these squads used the “sir” at once, having been previously warned by one of the naval officers. “That will be all for to-day, Mr. Benson, and thank you and your friends for some excellent work,” said Lieutenant Commander Mayhew, when the third squad had filed away. “Say, for hard work I'd like this job right along,” yawned Eph Somers, when the three were alone in the cabin. “Just talking three times a day—what an easy way of living!” “It's all right for a while,” agreed Jack. “But it would grow tiresome after a few weeks, anyway. Lying here in the Basin, and talking like a salesman once in a while, isn't like a life of adventure.” “Oh, you can sigh for adventure, if you wish,” yawned Eph. “As for me, I've had enough hard work to appreciate a rest once in a while. Going into the town to-night, Jack?” “Into town?” laughed the young skipper. “I went last night—and some of the folks didn't do a thing to me, did they?” “Aren't you going to report the robbery to the police?” demanded Hal, opening his eyes in surprise. “Not in a rush,” Jack answered. “If I do, the police may start at once, and that mulatto and his friends, being on the watch, will take the alarm and get away. If I wait two or three days, then the mulatto's crowd will think I've dropped the whole thing. I reckon the waiting game will fool them more than any other.” “Yes, and all the money they got away from you will be spent,” muttered Eph. Jack, none the less, decided to wait and think the matter over. Supper over, the submarine boys, for want of anything else to do, sat and read until about nine o'clock. Then Jack looked up. “This is getting mighty tedious,” he complained. “What do you fellows say to getting on shore and stretching our legs in a good walk?” “In town?” grinned Eph, slyly. Jack flushed, then grinned. “No!” he answered quietly; “about the Academy grounds.” “I wonder if it would be against the regulations for a lot of rank outsiders like us to go through the grounds at this hour?” “'Rank outsiders'?” mimicked Jack Benson, laughing. “You forget, Hal, old fellow, that we're instruct—hem! civilian instructors—here.” “I wonder, though, if it would be in good taste for us to go prowling through the grounds at this hour?” persisted Hal. “There's one sure way to find out,” proposed Benson. “We can try it, and, if no marine sentry chases us, we can conclude that we're moving about within our rights. Come along, fellows.” Putting on their caps, the three went up on the platform deck. The engine room door was locked and Williamson and Truax had already turned in. There was a shore boat at the landing. Jack sent a low-voiced hail that brought the boat out alongside. “Will it be proper for us to go through the Academy grounds at this hour?” Jack inquired of the petty officer in the stern. “Yes, sir; there's no regulation against it. And, anyway, sir, you're all stationed here, just now.” “Thank you. Then please take us ashore.” At this hour the walks through the grounds were nearly deserted. A few officers, and some of their ladies living at the naval station, were out. The cadets were all in their quarters in barracks, hard at study, or supposed to be. For some time the submarine boys strolled about, enjoying the air and the views they obtained of buildings and grounds. Back at Dunhaven the air had been frosty. Here, at this more southern port, the October night was balmy, wholly pleasant. “I wonder if these cadets here ever have any real fun?” questioned Eph Somers. “I've heard—or read—that they do,” laughed Hal. “What sort of fun?” “Well, for one thing, the cadets of the upper classes haze the plebe cadets a good deal.” “Humph! That's fun for all but the plebes. Who are the plebes, anyway?” “The new cadets; the youngest class at the Academy,” Hal replied. “What do they do to the plebe?” Eph wanted to know. “I guess the only way you could find that out, Eph, would be to join the plebe class.” “Reckon, when I come to Annapolis, I'll enter the class above the plebe,” retorted Somers. The three submarine boys had again approached the cadet barracks building. “Here comes a cadet now, Eph,” whispered Jack. “If he has the time, I don't doubt he'd be glad to answer any questions you may have for him.” Young Benson offered this suggestion in a spirit of mischief, hoping the approaching cadet, when questioned, would resent it stiffly. Then Eph would be almost certain to flare up. The cadet, however, suddenly turned, coming straight toward them, smiling. “Good evening, gentlemen,” was the cadet's greeting. “Good evening,” was Jack's hearty reply. “You've never been here before, have you, sir?” “Never,” Jack confessed. “Then I take it you have never, sir, seen the camelroorelephant?” “The cam—” began Eph Somers. Then he stopped, clapping both hands to his right jaw. “Won't you please hand that to us in pieces?” begged Eph, speaking as though with difficulty. The cadet laughed heartily, then added: “Don't try to pronounce it, gentlemen, until you've seen the camelroorelephant. It's a cadet joke, but it's well worth seeing. Shall I take you to it?” “Why, yes, if you'll be good enough,” Jack assented, heartily. The cadet glanced quickly about him, then said in a low voice: “This way, please, gentlemen.” He led the strangers quickly around the end of barracks to an open space in the rear. Here he halted. “Gentlemen, I must ask you to close your eyes, and keep them closed, on honor, until I ask you to open them again. You won't have to keep your eyes closed more than sixty seconds before the camelroorelephant will be ready for inspection. Now, eyes closed, please.” Lingering only long enough to make sure that his request had been met, the cadet stole noiselessly away. Nor was it many seconds later when all three of the submarine boys began to feel suddenly suspicious. “I'm going to open my eyes,” whispered Eph. “You're on honor not to,” warned Jack Benson, also in a whisper. “I didn't give my word,” retorted Eph, “and I'm going to—oh, great shades of Santiago!” The very genuine note of concern in Eph's voice caused Jack and Hal to open their own eyes instantly. Nor could any of the three repress a quick start. From all quarters naval cadets were advancing stealthily upon them. Something in the very attitude and poise of the young men told the submarine boys that these naval cadets were out for mischief. “We're in for it!” breathed Jack, in an undertone. “We're in for something real and startling, I reckon. Fellows, brace up and take your medicine, whatever it is, like men!” <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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