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“But—but—naming a boat for the United States Navy after me, sir—” Captain Jack’s face flushed crimson. “Of course, if you object—” smiled Mr. Farnum, then paused. “Object? You know I don’t, sir. But I am afraid the idea is going to my head,” laughed Jack, his face still flushed. “The very idea of there being in the United States Navy a fine and capable craft named after me—”
Upon that glorious "next day" of Jack’s the weather was quite a thing apart for February—partaking of the warmth of May, and owing that fact to a sun which early June need not have scorned to own. Under the circumstances the house party overflowed the house and ravaged the surrounding country, and Jack and Mrs.
Without a word he broke into a run, heading for the narrow little shingle of beach. “Got an idea, Captain?” shouted Jacob Farnum, darting after his young submarine skipper. “Yes, sir!” floated back over Jack’s shoulder. “Then what’s at the bottom—”
Jack’s money, watch and other valuables were later recovered and returned to him. Just before Jack and his mates were to leave the “Farnum” for the last time, Lieutenant Commander Mayhew came aboard, followed by Ensign Trahern and three of the midshipmen who had been under submarine instruction. “Mr. Benson and gentlemen,” said Mr. Mayhew, “I shall not make a set speech.
Ladies like Aunt Mary are apt to scorn such futilities as waning styles after they pass beyond a certain age, and for that reason there was no place for Jack’s violets. "Never mind," he said cheerfully, having followed her dubiousness with his understanding. "Just hang on to them a minute longer, and we’ll be out of all this."
Rondeau, Leffie and the other blacks belonging to the establishment, now came forward, and in the crowd little Jack’s bow was entirely unappreciated; but Fanny next day made amends by giving him nearly a pound of candy, which had the effect of making him sick a week, but he got well in time to be present at Leffie’s wedding, which took place just a week after Dr. Lacey’s return.
On such occasions Jack’s voice would be heard loud in anecdote, introduced in some such wise as “When I was in Houston, Texas, the other day,” or “Tell you what it is, sir, those fellers over in Albuquerque are up to a thing or two.” One of his standing witticisms was to inquire in a stage whisper of Belle or Lou whether the little gal over the way had taken the pledge yet.
“Benson, will you give me your hand?” “Certainly.” “Can you ever forgive me?” moaned the man. “Why, what have you done?” asked Jack. “That assault back in Dunhaven—” “Was it you who knocked me out there?” demanded Benson sharply. “Yes.” In a shaking voice Truax confessed the details of the affair and from that passed to Jack’s trip to the suburbs of Annapolis. “I found the mulatto in a low den.
There followed a series of signals, first of all for stopping speed, then for a brief reversing of engines. A moment later headway speed ahead was ordered. So on Eph went through the series of orders until the “Farnum” had been manœuvred to her exact position. Then, from above, Captain Jack’s voice was heard, roaring in almost his usual tones: “Turn out below, there, to help make fast!”
With a yell like that of a maniac Sam Truax swung the bar. Having to watch both sides at once, however, he made a fizzle of it. The bar came down, but struck the floor. Then, with a yell, the midshipmen leaped in on one side, Jack leading the submarine forces on the other. Mr. Merriam’s trip and Jack’s smashing blow with the fist brought Truax down to the floor in a heap.
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