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Reaching the inside of the conning tower at a bound, the young skipper rapidly manipulated his own electric signaling control. There was a low mast on the "Farnum's" platform deck, a mast that could be unstepped almost in an instant when going below surface. So Captain Jack's counter-query beamed out in colors through the night: "What's your draught?"
Virgie stopped her with a gesture, but she was as white as new fallen snow as she arose, and going to her writing-desk, brought a letter, which she laid upon Mrs. Farnum's lap. "There is his last letter to me," she said, but her lips were almost rigid as she spoke. "It will prove my statements." Mrs. Farnum took it, and examined the envelope. It was directed to "Mrs.
Farnum's own eyes as he snatched up a cap, bidding his own party a hasty good-bye ere he ran from the office. "There goes a good-natured man," laughed Lieutenant Danvers. "A big-hearted one, you mean, sir," corrected Captain Jack Benson. "He's a man with a heart bigger than any torpedo craft he could possibly build and launch." "I wish him all luck," said the naval officer, heartily.
Bellamy began to understand the situation. She wanted to get back at MacQueen, unless she were trying to lead them into a trap. "Let's get this straight. MacQueen turned O'Connor loose, did he?" Bellamy questioned. "No. He escaped. This man what you call him? the sheriff, helped him and Señor West to break away." The mine owner's eye met Farnum's. They were being told much news.
"Go back to bed the baby will do well enough with me." "No, I am not ill," Virgie answered, as she took her little one, but she spoke in a strained, unnatural tone, adding, "I would like you to go to Mrs. Farnum's door and say that I desire a 'few moments' interview with her."
Farnum's account of her threats to claim her position, she began to fear that she had underrated the girl's spirit, and that she might make her appearance at any moment and demand to be received as the mistress of the house.
"Oh, I'll give up the money," promised Dan Jaggers, willingly. "Thank you," returned Jack, dryly. "However, we'll take it ourselves and right now," he added, as he finished tying the knots about Dan's wrists. The rifling of Jaggers's pockets brought to light all of Mr. Farnum's money except the five dollars Dan had spent in Dunhaven the night before.
However, old man Farnum's line was building sailing yachts, small schooners, and, once in a while, a tug-boat. That's in Asa Partridge's line, but he won't have nothin' much to do with new schemes like diving torpedo boats." "Then " hinted Jack. "I'm a-comin' on with the yarn," replied Jabez Kolt, patiently.
You three are to teach the midshipmen of the United States Navy the principles on which the Pollard type of boat is run. There; I've told you the whole news. What do you think of it!" Mr. Farnum's cigar having burned low, he tossed it away, then leaned back as he lighted another weed. "What do we think, sir?" echoed Captain Jack, eagerly.
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.
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