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"There can be no doubt of it, I think, sir," said the clerk, calmly smiling, for he knew Mr Benson's signature well. "I don't know, sir I don't know." "You have heard, sir, of such a thing as forgery forgery, sir?" said he, repeating the last word very distinctly; for he feared that the first time he had said it, it was rather slurred over.
"But we want to be good-natured, friendly rivals, my dear Farnum. We hope to see a good deal of you all while here." Jacob Farnum replied with equal cordiality. When it came Jack Benson's turn to be introduced, Rhinds seized him by the hand, patting his shoulder. "Captain Benson?" he repeated. "The brainiest young man in America with two chums who run him a close race.
"I will write to-day and tell her I want a book that will teach me to fly." This raised a storm of laughter, for Henry Benson's stout figure bid fair to develop still further along lines of considerable girth, and the very thought of Fat flying was highly humorous to his mates. The little group broke up hurriedly as Bob looked at his watch and saw how time was slipping away.
"What you two chewin' the rag about?" demanded one, passing his hands rapidly up and down and around the rear clothing of Quincy, while the other as quickly "frisked" Benson. "Got a gun, I see! Got a license?" "Here's another gun man," said the second policeman, his hand on Benson's collar. "Got a license?" "Yes, where's yer license?" repeated the first officer, reaching for Quincy's collar.
Glow manifested a deep interest, and learned, by observing out of the corner of her eye, that Irene was in an agony of apprehension, which she tried to conceal under an increasing coolness of civility. "A nice lady," was Mrs. Benson's comment when Mrs. Glow had taken herself away with her charmingly-scented air of frank cordiality "a real nice lady. She seemed just like our, folks."
"Hush! Don't say a word, Tom. Sit down here where I can talk with you," added Fred. "What are you doing here?" "I'll tell if you will keep quiet a moment. Is the company full?" "What company?" "Captain Benson's, of course." "No." "I want to join." "You!" ejaculated Tom. "Come, come, Tom, no blackguarding now. You and I used to be good friends."
Against the bottom of the "Benson's" hull he heard a steady, slow, monotonous bumping. As he listened, his face took on an anxious look. "We're in a friendly port," muttered the machinist. "It can't be anything very wrong, and yet " That slow steady bumping continued. "Anything bumping against the bull of a boat at anchor, in that fashion may be wrong," concluded the man, swiftly.
"Who are you?" asked Ruth, in the faintest of whispers. "Miss Benson Mr Benson's sister," she replied.
It's your own doing; and now you have to take the consequences. If you compel me, I'll drag you back to camp with the pack lariat." "Do you mean that?", Benson's face grew flushed and his eyes glittered. "Try me and see." Savage as he was, Benson realized that his companion was capable of making good his promise. The man looked hard and very muscular, and his expression was determined.
"I'm turnin' the water in slow," he announced. "That'll give me time to git away. This is a divin' boat. Well, Dive in her!" In that first awful moment after he was left alone, Jack Benson's first feeling was that it must all be an unbelievable dream. Yet he knew that it was not. In his frenzy he tugged at the handcuffs, fought with the cords that bound him to the stanchion, but all in vain.
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