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"Well, if you must have it," returned Benson, coldly, "it means that I've found you spying into our mechanisms here. Now, a spy is a creature no one cares to have about least of all on a warship." "You call me spy call me ugly name like that?" cried Kamanako, showing his teeth. "Get your hat and go up on deck. Do you hear me?" insisted Captain Jack.
"Not in view of his line of offense, madame," Benson replied, raising his cap. "Offense? What did he do?" To the whole party Jack explained how Kamanako, that same morning, had been caught spying upon the controlling mechanisms of the submarine boat.
Eph's ankle was yanked forward, his knee pressed back, and Somers went toppling as a tree in the forest does. Kamanako was so quickly on his feet again to suggest that he had fallen and risen in the same movement. There was a quiet, yet dangerous, smile on the face of the Japanese. The door of the engine room opened swiftly though noiselessly.
As they stepped outside again Benson happened to turn just in time to see a familiar figure coming along a path near by. It was Kamanako, better dressed than he had been earlier in the morning, and carrying a bulging dress suitcase. "Hullo!" muttered Jack Benson, in a tone loud enough to carry to the ears of the newcomer.
Jack's employer gave him rather too much credit in supposing that the boy had already worked out the problem of finding those who had made the attack on the "Benson." As the submarine boy left the breakfast room he felt as much in the dark as ever. The only known spies who were still at large, for some reason known only to the Secret Service men, were M. Lemaire, Mlle. Nadiboff and Kamanako.
By now Kamanako had succeeded in pulling himself part way out of the water, using his hands and feet on projecting bits of the old masonry. "You'll get out, in time, for you're a patient fellow," Jack called down, in a tantalizing kind of encouragement. "Don't forget the name that I have just given you American strategy.
"And Kamanako is really Lieutenant Osuri," muttered Jack. "Yet the fellow was working in the hotel kitchen until he could get a chance to apply for a job on this craft." "I don't recognize any other spies among these pictures," muttered Hal. "The only ones here that we know we had already guessed." "Look at that time," muttered Jack, jumping up. "I must get on shore and see what Mr.
He was waiting, though, when the others came out. As all three carried dress suit cases the Japanese quietly took those belonging to Mr. Farnum and Captain Benson. "Most sorry I have not three hands, honorable officer," Kamanako assured Hal Hastings. There were always plenty of shore boats at Spruce Beach.
Somers, does not take kindly to strangers who are not introduced." "Then, if I may suggest if honorable Captain will write note for me then I might go out sooner." "If you want to go aboard, Kamanako, we'll take you out when we go," Jack replied. He was annoyed, though he could not have told why, by the little brown man's insistence. Smiling and bowing again, Kamanako left the dining room.
"Now," continued Jack Benson, "take cap and go up on deck." "What shall I do there, Captain?" asked Kamanako, politely. "Well, you'll stand there until I see if you've done anything else on board. If you haven't, you can then take a boat to the shore and stay there." "What this mean, honorable Captain?" demanded Kamanako, a look of offense beginning to creep into his little, brown face.
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