“And also,” chimed in another, “you’re the young man who came straight up through the water when she was beneath the surface?”

Eph admitted that he was.

“That’s the thing I want to know about,” continued the second newspaper man.  “I’ve heard before about that wonderful trick of leaving a submerged submarine, and coming to the surface.  How is the thing done?”

Eph regarded this questioner with wondering patience, before he replied: 

“You want to know so little that I’m sorry I’m deaf in my front teeth and dumb in my right ear.”

“That’s on you, Paisley!” chuckled one of the newspaper men.

Then three or four began to ask questions at the same time, which caused young Somers to wait, then remarked blandly: 

“Now, if you’ll all kindly talk at once, I’ll give you, in a few words, a straight account of the plain features of our trip down here, including our run under water.  But, if there’s any question I don’t answer for you, you’ll understand, I hope, that it’s because I know it would be bad manners for me to tell you anything that only officers of the Navy have a right to know.”

“All right, Commodore,” nodded one of the newspaper men, good-humoredly.  “You’re all right.  Go ahead and spin your yarn in your own way.”

Thereupon, without telling anything that he had no right to tell, Eph managed none the less to give his hearers an entertaining account of the “Benson’s” long trip down the coast without stop or help.

“And, unless I’m in a big error, gentlemen, ours is the longest trip that a submarine boat ever took by itself.”

“You’re right there, too,” nodded one of the newspaper men, who made a study of naval affairs and records.  “And the way this craft came in this afternoon beat anything, so far as I’m aware, that was ever done with a submarine.”

“That’s Captain Jack Benson’s specialty,” replied Eph Somers, his eyes twinkling.

“What’s his specialty!”

“Doing things with a submarine boat that have never been done before.  Captain Benson is the latest wonder in the submarine line.”

“He has a very steady admirer in you, hasn’t he?” inquired one of the newspaper men, laughingly..

“Yes; and the same is true of anyone else who knows him well,” declared Eph, warmly.  “Jack Benson is about the best fellow on earth—­and one of the smartest, too, his comrades think.”

Thereupon one of the newspaper correspondents began tactfully to draw out young Somers about the history and past performances of the young submarine captain.  On this subject Somers talked as freely as they could want.

“It was Benson, too, who discovered the trick of leaving a submarine boat on the bottom, and coming to the top by himself, wasn’t it?” slyly asked one of the visitors.

“That was his discovery,” nodded Eph, promptly.

“What’s the principle of the trick?”