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They looked like a lot of cheerful, prosperous business men. "Hullo, Ulwin, what are you doing with my friends from Dunhaven?" eagerly called one young man, rising hastily and coming forward. "Benson, I'm glad to see you. And you, Hastings. And you, Somers." "Didn't know you knew the young gentlemen, McCrea," broke in Ulwin. "Don't know them?
Then, after a moment: "With so much sky-high trouble stored in that shed, you should have a sign up." "There is one, on the door," replied Captain Jack. "But the door happened to be swung open, so that you couldn't see it. Yet I guess you're the only one in all Dunhaven who didn't know what the shed contains."
"No," replied Mr. Farnum, shaking his head. "Captain Benson must go out on naval business to-day." A murmur of disappointment went up from the crowd. Jack Benson was a young skipper on whose success a Dunhaven crowd would make bets. "But, see here," proposed the shipbuilder, "I'll go out myself, on the 'Benson, and take Williamson along with me.
I'm quite proud of my collection in that line. Won't you come?" Anything in the line of yacht or ship-models interested both of these sea-loving boys from the shipyard at Dunhaven. Jack graciously accepted the invitation for them both. "And, though I have no soda fountain," continued the bearded one, "I can offer you some soft drinks. I always keep some about the place."
Danvers, that we should be satisfied to drive back to Dunhaven and content ourselves with wiring the Navy Department news of the derelict and of her present position?" Lieutenant Danvers thoughtfully gazed at the young submarine commander's face. "No," he muttered, at last. "I think the best thing for a fellow like you, Jack Benson, will be to wade in and get your revenge!
Now, it's a fact that, in all the navies, lest an accident happen to a submarine, that craft is obliged to travel about, always, in the company of a steam craft of war, which is known as the parent ship. Yet we've come, straight from the shipyard at Dunhaven, many hundreds of miles, without any such escort.
"Gentlemen and ladies, too don't you understand that nothing really can be done at least not in a rush?" cried Jacob Farnum, the cold sweat standing out on his face. "There isn't a diver in or near Dunhaven, and that unfortunate boat is down in seventy feet of water.
As told in the second volume of this series, Jack had once invited a big party of newspaper folks to Dunhaven, to observe some startling performances by the Pollard boat.
“Tell you what I can do, gentlemen,” proposed the stranger, suddenly. “I might invite you down to my shack for a little while, and show you my books and some models of yachts and ships that I’ve been collecting. I’m quite proud of my collection in that line. Won’t you come?” Anything in the line of yacht or ship-models interested both of these sea-loving boys from the shipyard at Dunhaven.
The shed stood in a lonely corner of the big Farnum shipbuilding yards at Dunhaven. Now, it was the Farnum yard in which the Pollard submarine boats were built, and this shed contained some two dozen Whitehead submarine torpedoes, each with its fearful load of two hundred pounds of that dread high explosive, guncotton.
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