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On the twelfth of February, at two in the afternoon, they arrived at the upper stretch of the river metropolis, and from that time on they kept fully on the alert so as to avoid a collision with some passing boat. At the same time they were also looking for a certain boatyard, to which they had been recommended by Mr.
Smoke soon began to pour out of the short funnel of the working engine on the boatyard scow. It was a clumsy-looking craft -a mere floating platform, with engine, propeller, tiller and a derrick arrangement, but it had done a lot of good work at and about the boatyard. "You want to get aboard the scow now, boys," called Mr. Driggs.
"Not if we just sit around and wonder, or if we go meekly and ask for a job, and turn sadly away when we're refused," retorted Jack Benson, with a vim that was characteristic of him. "Hal, my boy, we're simply going to shove ourselves into jobs in that boatyard, and we're going to have a whack at the whole game of building and fitting out a submarine torpedo boat. Do you catch the idea?
Jabez Holt then conducted them back to chairs on the porch, remarking: "It's after four o'clock now, and supper'll be ready sharp at six." "What time do they knock off work in the boatyard?" queried Jack. "Five, sharp," the landlord informed him. "Does that foreman on the submarine boat job ever come along this way?" "Goes right by here on his way home," Mr. Holt informed the boys.
That same evening about ten o'clock the submarine boys were on their way from the village to the "Pollard" when they heard the fire alarm. They were in front of the volunteer fire house, and were at once pressed into service to take the place of some of the young firemen who were not at hand. "Look!" shouted Eph Somers. "The fire is in the Melville boatyard!"
It was after eleven o'clock at night when the two submarine boys left the cottage to tramp back to Dunhaven. As they neared the village they heard the town clock striking midnight. That was the only sound they could hear besides the movement of their own feet. Dunhaven was wrapped in sound slumber. Their way led the boys close to Farnum's boatyard.
"Then we can hardly get back to Katson's Hill to-morrow, if we wait until the boatyard opens at eight o'clock," said Dave. "We ought to start for the hill before six, as we did this morning." "We'll none of us feel like going to Katson's Hill early to-morrow morning," smiled Dick wearily. "Fellows, I guess we'll have to put in twice as much time, and go every other day.
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