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But Pollard tells me that you've applied for a chance to belong to the crew of the boat." "That's our biggest wish, gentlemen!" cried Jack Benson, his eyes glowing. "Nothing else could give us half the delight," confirmed Hal Hastings. "Then we're going to give you the chance," announced Mr. Farnum, while David Pollard nodded.
Farnum almost beyond endurance; no doubt because she realized that there was so much truth in them, while her threat regarding a righteous judgment overtaking the family at Heathdale caused her heart to sink with a sudden dread of disgraceful punishment for herself if ever her complicity in this foul plot should be discovered. She arose, cold and stern.
"Ah, good morning, gentlemen. Going down to breakfast? I'll be ready in a few moments." "Breakfast nothing!" retorted Jacob Farnum, sharply. "Our young men are missing. We went to their rooms this morning, and could get no answer. We've had their doors opened with pass-keys our three young submarine officers haven't been in their beds all night long!"
“Dave” was Mr. Pollard, the inventor of the Pollard Submarine boat. “No, sir,” Captain Jack replied. “We have thought,” resumed Mr. Farnum, quietly, after blowing out a ring of smoke, “of calling the third boat, now building, the ’Benson.’” “The—the—what, sir?” stammered Jack, flushing and rising. “Now, don’t get excited, lad,” laughed the shipbuilder.
"Yes, they took the picture by flashlight, and you've just admitted remembering the flash that interrupted your rascally labor," exclaimed Mr. Farnum, triumphantly. "As for the print you've just torn up, Owen, it doesn't make any difference. There are other copies of it.
"We're going to call on a sick man. I'm taking you along as chaperon. You needn't be flattered at all. You're merely a convenience, like a hat pin or an umbrella." "But I'm not sure this is proper. Now as your chaperone " "You're not that kind of a chaperon, Mr. Farnum. You haven't any privileges. Nothing but duties. Unless it's a privilege to be chosen.
As for the young man himself, the thing that touched him most deeply was the quick, complete and manly acknowledgment of this lieutenant commander. "Mr. Farnum," inquired the gunboat's commander, "have you any tow boats about here that can be used in helping me to get the 'Hudson' off this sand ledge?"
"If you try to hold him, I won't be responsible for what I do!" "I can tell you what you'll do, if you try to mix in at all where Mr. Farnum is busy," retorted Jack, facing his foe with a savage grin. Nevertheless, Don, espying a stick of wood lying on the ground, snatched it up, then tried to dart around Captain Jack in order to get at Mr.
"Annapolis where they train the naval cadets, the midshipmen, into United States Naval officers? Oh, how I'd like to go there!" breathed Captain Jack Benson, eagerly. "As a cadet in the Navy, do you mean!" asked Mr. Farnum. "Why, that would have been well enough," assented Jack, "before I had such a chance in your submarine service. No; I mean I'd like to see Annapolis.
Jack will find it all right unless there's too much travel before he gets here," said Alan. Farnum laughed malevolently. "Mebbe he'll get him and mebbe he won't. Jack's human, like the rest of us, if he is the best sheriff in Arizona. Here's hoping he don't get him. Any man that waltzes out of the cactus and appropriates twenty thousand dollars belonging to Mr.
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