"I still contend that there is nothing very exciting in passing through the danger zone on a troopship." "And I hope, sir," Greg put in, "that nothing will happen to change your mind about the danger.

For my part, I have been eating in momentary expectation of feeling a big smash against the side of the ship." "What is happening now ?" demanded Lieutenant Noll Terry, half-rising from his chair.
All could feel that the big ship had suddenly changed her course to a violent oblique movement to starboard.

Yet, as no alarm had been sounded no officer cared to rise and hurry to deck.

It might make him look timid or nervous.
"There we go again, in the opposite direction.

We're zig-zagging.
What do you make of that, Captain ?" Lieutenant Terry asked.
"The enemy craft must be around and sending torpedoes our way," Dick guessed, dropping a lump of sugar in his coffee and stirring it slowly.
"In a merry throng like this the suspicion that you're being dogged by a hostile submarine doesn't strike one as very terrifying, does it ?" Greg inquired as he took a piece of cake from the plate held out to him.
At this moment the adjutant, Captain Craig, who had been eating with Colonel Cleaves in the latter's quarters above, entered the dining-room briskly, stepping to a nearby table and rapping for attention.
"Gentlemen," he announced, "the sea appears to be infested, at this point, with unseen enemy craft.