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"Oh, then, some lighter kind of wine," proposed Mr. Rhinds, anxiously. "Something good, in which we can all pledge one another." "None of that stuff, according to our way of thinking, is any good," replied Farnum, with a good-natured smile. "Well, perhaps not for the boys," conceded the host of this dinner. "But for the rest of us, as business men ready to cement a friendship."
"Has it hurt us any?" repeated Jacob Farnum, when he returned to the submarine. "It has helped us wonderfully. And, Jack, my boy, you're to lunch with the admiral to-day!" In fact, that joke of Jack's was heard of in the halls of Congress later on.
"If we're going to get that reputation," muttered Benson, more than half seriously, "we'll have a heap to do in 'making good." "Just look here, Farnum, at what these boys have been at work on," begged the inventor, calling attention to the partly-finished model. In an instant the boatbuilder became absorbed in the idea as shown by model and drawings.
So the three submarine boys strolled across the shipyard. Just as they were passing through the gate a man of middle height and seemingly about thirty years of age quickened his pace to reach them. "Is this shipyard open nights?" he queried. "Only to some employees," Jack answered. "I suppose Mr. Farnum isn't about?" "No." "Captain Benson?" "Benson is my name." "This letter is addressed to Mr.
Events were occurring at Heathdale which she trusted would serve her purpose well; and now Mrs. Farnum was only waiting for a favorable opportunity to commence aggressive operations. The opportunity soon came.
But the difference, this time, is that we shan't be here long to wait for it to turn up unexpectedly." Farnum dropped into a seat again, and that started the rest, until all had taken seats. From one to another, dumb, moody looks were passed. Each was wonderingly asking himself the same question that none would have thought of framing in words.
"And what have you to say, Captain Benson?" inquired Mr. Farnum, speaking with some effort. Captain Jack turned around to face his employer; the other two submarine boys wheeled with him. "Mr. Farnum, we have been in your employ, and we have always taken your orders. If you say we are to be dropped from the boat's crew, we bow to what we can't prevent."
Virgie stopped her with a gesture, but she was as white as new fallen snow as she arose, and going to her writing-desk, brought a letter, which she laid upon Mrs. Farnum's lap. "There is his last letter to me," she said, but her lips were almost rigid as she spoke. "It will prove my statements." Mrs. Farnum took it, and examined the envelope. It was directed to "Mrs.
Farnum, her heart leaping with joy as Virgie's words told her that she had changed her mind regarding her first threat. "No, I can see, now I come to consider the matter, that it would be folly for me to attempt to gain my rights without being armed with positive proof of what I assert. It exists, however, though it will necessitate much trouble and expense to secure it.
The very tone in which the word "boy" was uttered was meant to reduce the youthful captain to confusion, but it had the opposite effect. Though it brought a quick flush to Jack's cheeks, he answered, courteously: "It is intended, principally, as a surprise to Mr. Farnum. If I were to tell, now, it would rob him of much of the pleasure of being astonished."
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