"Washington wakes up quickly," he laughed. "Here you are, Mr. Benson--a
despatch from our other fighting department at the Nation's capital."
Clearing his throat, Major Woodruff read:
_"Send description of schooner 'Juanita,' and of suspect, Gray, as
mentioned in your telegram Secretary War. Are submarine boys leaving
to-night to report in morning? Secretary of Navy."_
"Here you are, and you see you've got to make up your minds quickly,"
said the major. "The night train south for Washington leaves in a
little more than an hour from now."
"Why, there's only one answer possible, sir," cried Captain Jack Benson,
his eyes shining. "Of course we'll take to-night's train and report to
the Secretary of the Navy in the morning. When it's for the Flag I
don't even have to consult my comrades, or look their way. I know
their answer as well as I know my own."
"Good enough, young man," applauded Major Woodruff, while Lieutenant
Ridder gave Jack a hearty slap across the shoulders. "But, to go to
the Navy Department, you'll want citizen's clothes--not your present
uniforms, which are not official. I can send my auto to your boat, and
you can be back here in forty minutes, if you dress quickly.
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