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Or else I can attend to them so that they'll be of very little use, anyway." "Bah! You're dreaming, Fred! The boys were too smart for you last time; Now that they're on their guard, don't you realize they'd be harder than ever to catch." "Jack Benson and his friends don't know that I was behind what happened last night," retorted Radwin.
They believe John C. to be dead. The mystery of that torpedo has never been officially cleared. In naval circles, however, there is no doubt whatever felt as to the guilt of Rhinds and Radwin; but it is also felt that both have been suitably punished for their dastardly conduct.
He stepped over and tried the knob of the door. Finding the bolt shot, Chief Ward promptly put his stalwart shoulder to the door. At the second bump the door yielded. Ward burst into the next room, then on to the third. "Why did you trick me, Mr. Rhinds?" called the chief, angrily. "I? Why I " Radwin was not to be found.
"You didn't know all this until just this moment, did you, Radwin?" smiled the chief. "Oh, you needn't think you can down me too easily," snarled the prisoner. "I have money to fight with." "I know," nodded Ward. "You have a little over twenty thousand dollars, Radwin. I also know where the money is.
Fred Radwin was now summoned, Captain Magowan and Jack both plying him with questions. It all came to nothing, however. Radwin remained wholly cool and gave his inquisitors no satisfaction. Ensign Pike stated that he had had no knowledge of any torpedo having been driven from the "Thor."
Radwin, fortunately, did not turn, but kept on until he had taken himself out of sight. Jack turned an inquiring glance on his chum's face. But Hal's warning look seemed to say: "Silence! Wait!" "What was the row about?" asked a stranger among those who had pressed about the boys. "Nothing," returned Eph Somers, shortly, glaring at his questioner.
Quick as thought Jack Benson raised his left foot, planting it, as vigorously as his sitting position allowed, against the ribs of Fred Radwin. That worthy, one foot on the sill, and bent in the act of entering fell back, going in a heap to the sidewalk. Benson fairly hurled himself through the open door in his need of reaching the sidewalk in time. He stood, now waiting for a second or so.
It was the signal that the naval board had announced in case, at any time, there should be sudden, official news for the officers and crews of the rival submarines. "What can it be, I wonder?" pondered John Rhinds, as they hurried through a street that led to the pier. "Probably some test in which the board wants us to start without any preparation," replied Radwin.
I don't blame you for wanting to thrash Radwin every time you think of poor Dave Pollard up at the hospital. I want to do it myself. Radwin didn't think fast enough, or he'd have sneered at you, and provoked you into hitting him. That was why I grabbed your right arm to stop you. It'll come to Radwin before long, what a fine chance he missed.
These two villains were just sipping from their last cups of coffee when, even in the dining room, there reached their ears the muffled sound of gunfire from the bay. "What's that?" demanded Radwin. "I want to hear the rest of that!" He hurried through the dining room to the front of the lobby. "There it goes," he cried, as Rhinds, puffing somewhat, joined him.
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