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A lovely dreaht the spy It would serve no one better than Eyes O’Shay

“There is your subels called from across it “Where are my Wheeler torpedoes?”

Eyes O’Shay pointed at the sailboat

Engels bowed “I see the fair Katherine Hallooo, nize you out of your suowns But I see no torpedoes”

“Under her,” said O’Shay “Four Wheeler Mark 14s Two for you Two for me”

Engels gestured The stea post “Coside, Katherine I’ll take two torpedoes-and ”

As Katherine effected the difficult els’s crew snaked the torpedoes out of the catboat, they heard a rumble like distant thunder O’Shay watched the submarine’s crew coolly assess what the noise really

“US Navy’s Sandy Hook Test Range,” he called down to them “Don’t worry It’s far away”

“Sixty thousand yards,” Hunt Hatch called back, and a man added, “Ten-inchers, and some 12s”

O’Shay nodded his satisfaction The Irish rebels ould crew his submarine knew their business

Itsix or seven tier than the torpedoes and capable of independent action But the Holland, though considerably elongated and n, was fully five years old and outstripped by rapid advances in underwater warfare The Mark 14s were Ron Wheeler’s latest

Eachaith two of the hest bidder And the Holland and the two torpedoes that the tug and barge crerestling out of the sailboat and into the submarine made a deadly combination The Brooklyn Navy Yard would never knohat hit it

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JIMMY RICHARDS’S AND MARV GORDON’S DUTCH UNCLE, Donald Darbee, sailed them six miles across the Upper Bay in his oyster scow, a flat-bottoasolineJimmy and Marv knew every watery inch of the Port of New York, but neither of the enor ht poking around Manhattan piers for ite ashore in 1890 to rescue a fellow Staten Islander from the cops

As they approached the Battery, a Harbor Squad policeman on a launch tied to Pier A called his rounds invaded”