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But I had the conviction that, if I tried to put up a useless fight against those two powerful fellows, there'd be sure to be a new captain aboard the 'Pollard." It was well along in the evening when Mr. Farnum received a telegram from Washington, informing him that a board of three Naval officers, provided with proper credentials, would arrive in Dunhaven on the next morning but one.
Nor was it long before it was clear to trained eyes that the sunken derelict had been efficiently blown up. That water-logged ghost of a ship would never again be a source of peril to navigators. "Now, you can turn your nose for Dunhaven, and with a clear conscience," chuckled Lieutenant Danvers. "And, while you're doing that, I'm going below for another look at the little leak."
"Awash, sir," Eph soon called down. The time was noted. "Now, show us anything that you wish," suggested Commander Ennerling. Captain Jack looked significantly at Messrs. Pollard and Farnum. Both nodded. "Then, sir," rejoined Captain Benson, "if don't mind, we'll run back to Dunhaven, and show you a specialty of ours in the harbor at Dunhaven." "Very good," agreed the president of the board.
Farnum, Jack and Hal remained on the platform deck, watching the approach of the naval vessel, which was now plainly making for Dunhaven. Suddenly, a broad beam of glaring white light shot over the water, resting across the deck of the “Farnum.” “I guess that fellow knows what he wants to know, now,” muttered Benson, blinking after the strong glare had passed.
How they succeeded in getting their start in the Farnum yard, every reader of the preceding volumes knows; how, too, Eph Somers, a native of Dunhaven, managed to "cheek" his way aboard the craft after she had been launched, and how he had always since managed to remain there.
If Dunhaven had turned out well for the launching, she did herself more than proud in the wildly cheering crowd that lined the shores on the return of that adventurous little boat, which was no longer known as "Pollard's Folly," but as "Pollard's Marvel." It was a happy day for both inventor and builder.
It's going to be bigger and bigger, for a lot of inventors are at work. If we can hustle our way into this Dunhaven boatyard, we may be able to " "Earn a very good living, I guess," nodded Hal, thoughtfully. "Earn a living?" sniffed Jack, rather scornfully. "Hal, I've got faith enough in both of us to believe that we could make our fortunes in a few years.
Then, knowing that he could not expect to hear from the national capital for at least several hours, and feeling that he simply must have something absorbing on his, hands, the boatbuilder turned his attention to following up the business of the night before. He soon learned, through means of his own, that Don Melville had engaged a driver and had left Dunhaven during the night.
The others climbed the steps to the State Capitol grounds, continuing until they reached one of the principal streets of the little town. “Say, but this place must have gone to sleep before we got ashore,” grumbled Eph. “Hanged if I don’t think Dunhaven is a livelier little place!”
Jack slept through the night, moaning once in a while. Mr. Farnum and the Dunhaven doctor were aboard early to look at him. The surgeon from the "Hudson" also came over. Under the effects of medicine Jack Benson was asleep when, at ten o'clock that morning, the two submarine torpedo boats slipped their moorings, following the "parent boat," the "Hudson," out of the harbor.
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