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Something had, indeed, "happened" to Jack Benson, and much more was likely to happen.
The young submarine captain lay on a pile of dried grass that had been thrown on a board floor. His hands were still manacled. Worse, one of his feet now had an ankle-ring fastened securely, and this was chained to a stout staple driven in the floor.
It was