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CHAPTER XXI
THE BATTLE
“Th' signal book! Get the signal book!” bawled Greer amid the uproar.
“W'ere is it?”
“In the flag locker! Chuck the flags out, too! Scatter 'em out!”
“W'ot you want to signal?”
“Submarine—tell 'em to look out for submarines!”
Hogan, who held the volume in the crook of his bandaged arm, licked his thumb and jabbed through the leaves in distracted attention. “There aren't no code letters for submarine!” he cried at last—“not in here!”
“No,” shouted Black, the Vulcan's former captain, “that's an old code—wasn't any submarines then!”
“Spell it out!” commanded Caradoc from the bridge. “Sharp about it!”
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