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"Oh, you're going with your father, are you?" hailed Mr. Farnum. "Yes," replied the son, coolly, though with another scowl. "A thousand thanks for your kindness to us. Good-bye!" The small boat put off, making rapidly for the schooner. "Well, full speed ahead for Dunhaven," muttered Jacob Farnum. "But that's the queerest crowd I ever ran into. It's uncanny, all the way through.
"You and I appear to be the only two in Dunhaven who don't know what is up," observed Hal Hastings, dryly. "I don't believe Ewald or Biffens know what is on hand," Jack answered. "They've orders to report back in haste. That's all." "Then hadn't we better hurry back to the yard, too?" inquired Hastings. "No; we haven't any orders." "But Mr. Farnum may be wondering where we are."
We're afraid, sir, that good Dunhaven men may be in great danger of going to the bottom, and leaving behind families that " The spokesman stopped, a little choke in his voice. As though in answer sobs came from some of the women. "Now, now, friends, if that's the trouble, we'll soon know about it," promised the shipbuilder, one of the biggest-hearted men living.
For some time the submarine boys strolled about, enjoying the air and the views they obtained of buildings and grounds. Back at Dunhaven the air had been frosty. Here, at this more southern port, the October night was balmy, wholly pleasant. "I wonder if these cadets here ever have any real fun?" questioned Eph Somers. "I've heard or read that they do," laughed Hal. "What sort of fun?"
Farnum. “That is all; you may go, boy.” Plainly the boy who had brought the telegram was disappointed over not getting some inkling of the secret. All Dunhaven, in fact, was wildly agog over any news that affected the Farnum yard.
In fact, I may go a little further, and say that, in our business at Dunhaven, we have come to the point where we no longer have any dealings with business men whom we know to drink. You will understand, of course, that this is said without criticism of whatever views you yourself may entertain." "Oh, well, then," grunted Rhinds, much taken back by the fairly spoken words of his rival.
"But that's the way I size the fellow up. Now, take that time you were knocked senseless, back in Dunhaven. Who could have done that? The more I think about Sam Truax, the more I suspect him as the fellow who stretched you out." "Again, what object could he have?" inquired Benson. "Blessed if I know. What object could anyone have in such a trick against you?
It seems that our friends are late; still, I know they must be on their way down the coast." "As they haven't shown up, at least, not close enough," proposed Jacob Farnum, "we'll put you ashore at Dunhaven, and doubtless you can catch up with your friends in some way." "Dunhaven? Then you must be Mr. Farnum," cried the older man, eagerly. "This must be the torpedo boat you were building.
Josh Owen got down from the platform deck, and out of the shed in a twinkling. "Let him go," ordered, the yard's owner. "He won't be seen around Dunhaven after this. If he is, I can quickly enough put the law's officers on his track. But he'll vanish and stay vanished." "I shan't soon forget the absolutely dumfounded look on his face when he saw that photograph," laughed Mr. Pollard.
When matters had been settled in the office Holt led them to the wash room. Here the young men dusted themselves off, washed, polished their own shoes, donned clean collars and cuffs, and, altogether, speedily made themselves so tidy that they looked quite different from the dusty travelers who had trudged into Dunhaven.
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