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Updated: May 19, 2025
"Ay, but you like to be cock-sure of the stuff you drink, if e'er a man did," said the boatbuilder, whose eye blazed yellow in this frothing season of song and fun. "Right so, Will Moody!" returned the jolly butcher: "which means not wrong this time!" "Then, what's understood by your sticking prongs into your hostess here concerning of her brandy?
Two things of the utmost importance have happened." "Some other things, also, of which I do not believe you yet know," smiled the boatbuilder. "But let's have your news, first, Dave."
Jack, this time, did not even honor the command so far as to admit having heard it. Broughton Emerson, deeply puzzled, had left group to go over to Mr. Farnum and the strange boy in blue. "Jack!" called the boatbuilder, and Benson ran to him. "Do you think you can fasten onto this youth, and prevent his getting away from us?" asked Jacob Farnum. "I'm rather sure of it," nodded Benson.
There was now no sound to guide the pursuer. "Confound him, if he has gotten away," muttered the boatbuilder, impatiently, to himself. Yet he did not dare risk running forward in any direction, for fear of getting further from his quarry. Don Melville halted, too, chuckling softly to himself. "Oh, you!" snorted Farnum, glancing backward over his shoulder in high disgust. Don chuckled again.
A moment later the submarine boy tapped at the door of the state-room. "Has anything happened?" smiled Mr. Farnum. "Hal Hastings is missing, sir," reported Jack. "Missing?" demanded the boatbuilder, leading his guests out into the cabin. Young Benson pointed to the pile of clothing, just as Hal had left it on the floor. "Get to the surface," commanded Mr. Farnum. "We shall have to look into this."
Then, all of a sudden, it flashed through the boy's mind where he had seen this man before. Leaning toward Jacob Farnum, the submarine boy whispered: "You've been trying hard to find Grace Desmond's fugitive guardian." "I don't know what I wouldn't give to come up with that rascal!" muttered the boatbuilder fervently, his eyes blazing.
"I imagine those people can control millions of dollars, if they need that much money," hazarded David Pollard. "Undoubtedly," nodded the boatbuilder "And, though I am seeking for capital that will come in on terms fair to us, it's mighty uphill work." This conversation was carried on in young Benson's hearing.
"No," admitted the boatbuilder, making a wry face. "But getting all that capital together is the problem. You see, Jack, we know just how good a boat we have, but others don't." "Others don't?" repeated Captain Benson. "That gives me an idea." "Another trouble," pursued the builder, "is that this submarine business is just something of a speculation.
"Pooh!" snapped the boatbuilder. "If we want that young man, detectives will find him sooner or later. Or else, he'll be compelled to hide at the ends of the earth, so that he'll give us no further trouble." The young stranger at the lock-up steadfastly refused to admit that he was David Pollard's burglar of the night before.
He went directly up to the platform deck, seating himself on a folding chair. From the loud chuckles that came, from time to time, from the platform deck, it was plain that the boatbuilder had had his sense of humor mightily tickled. Presently, the hail came: "Benson, come up here, won't you?" As Jack reported to the builder Farnum stood looking across the bay.
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