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"Really," declared Jack, turning around to his chum, "Williamson ought to be here not later than to-morrow morning. He had Mr. Farnum's letter in good season." At this moment a heavy tread was heard on the light crust of snow outside. Then a man's head appeared in the doorway. "Speaking of angels!" laughed Hal. "Williamson, I'm mighty glad to see you back," hailed Captain Jack, delightedly.
She nodded lightly to Jeff and walked away with the Englishman. The sunshine of her warm vitality was like quicksilver in Farnum's veins. What a gallant spirit, at once delicate and daring, dwelt in that vivid slender form! A snatch of Chesterton came to his mind: Her face was like an open word When brave men speak and choose, The very colors of her coat Were better than good news.
Melville, had also seen the prisoner, and probably had succeeded in making the young man feel that he would be well paid for silence. During the forenoon the prisoner's case was called in the local justice's court, but Farnum's lawyer had no difficulty in having the hearing postponed. The prisoner gave the name of James Potter, which undoubtedly was fictitious. No bail was offered for "Potter."
Don was equally well aware that David Pollard had been working day and night in his room at Mr. Farnum's house. "They've discovered something that pleases them mightily," thought Don, sick with rage. "What can it be? I'm going to know, if money has still any power to buy other men's services."
Holt, pointing to a high board fence that enclosed a space down by the water front. Farnum's "boatyard," as thus seen, was about an eighth of a mile from the little hotel, and looked as though it might be considerable of a plant. "Who's in charge of the boat?" was Jack's next question. "Well, now, that's a conundrum," replied Jabez Holt, pondering. "Jake Farnum owns the yard.
After bidding the inventor good-bye, the two youths decided to go to the shipyard. As they were about to enter the office they were accosted by a man who was coming out. He asked them if they were in Mr. Farnum's employ. "Yes, sir," Jack answered. "Can you tell me where he is? The office force could give me no information." "Mr. Farnum is away at present," said Jack. "I know that! Where is he?"
From the pilot of one of the elevators he learned that the big boss had got off at the seventh floor and gone straight into James Farnum's office. His mind was instantly alive with suspicions tumbling over each other in chaotic incoherency. There was a deal of some kind on foot. Jeff's cousin was in it. Then Jeff must be playing him for a sucker. His teeth set with a snap.
"But, see here, young man, I know nothing about you. You have the bill, true, but it is not receipted." "I will receipt it, in Mr. Farnum's name." "All well and good," replied Mr. Forrester. "But pardon me how do I know that you have any authority to receipt for this account?"
Shutting himself up in a room at Farnum's home, depriving himself of much of his needed sleep, often refusing food, David Pollard attacked the problem of perfecting the device that Captain Jack and his mates had originally planned. Two days later Broughton Emerson arrived. He was a pleasant, portly man of more than fifty years. His manners were quiet and easy.
It was provoking, but the rival boat, besides being nearer at the start, had also started forward at greater speed. "This is the 'Thor's' trick," thought Lieutenant Danvers to himself. "Too bad, too. I'd like to have seen the boys take it." Jacob Farnum's private view, not expressed, agreed with the naval officer's. But Jack Benson?
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