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While they were below Jack had caught a glimpse of Radwin in the "Thor's" engine room. When the naval board and the others reached the deck Captain Magowan had Captain Driggs, of the "Thor," and the members of the boat's crew lined up together. "Have you any questions that you wish to ask, Mr. Benson?" the president of the board inquired. "Yes, sir.
To put it another way, they're not just our kind of people. That is, they're not at all in the same class with gentlemen like Jake Farnum and Dave Pollard. Now, that's every word I'm going to say against Rhinds or Radwin, for they've certainly been agreeable to us to-night." Chatting thus, as they strolled slowly back and forth, none of the submarine boys noted how long Radwin was gone.
He knew the members of this party, though none of them as yet knew Rhinds. But the cunning man had made it his business to find out all about the people whom he hoped to beat in the coming game. "Here you are, Radwin!" Mr. Rhinds almost hissed the summons, calling to his side a man of some thirty years of age, tall, dark, handsome, slender and wearing his fine clothes with an air of distinction.
Hold the police fellow by telling him I'll be right in." With that Radwin slipped to the door of a connecting room in the suite. He passed through, closing the door noiselessly and slipping the key in the lock. An instant later John Rhinds opened his door out into the hallway. "Who is it to see us?" he called. "It's I, Ward, time Chief of Police," replied the caller, stepping into the room.
"Just two minutes, and I'll go down to breakfast with you." Radwin, too, joined them. He also expressed surprise, artfully. All four went to the breakfast room together. Messrs. Farnum and Pollard ate well enough, though they seemed badly worried. "There's just one thing about it, of course," sighed Jacob Farnum, as the party left the table.
"Couldn't we offer the boys a bigger interest with us?" suggested Radwin, as he peered through the palms at the other submarine group. "No!" retorted Rhinds, sharply. "I know about that crowd. You don't. Listen to me." "I'm listening," said Fred Radwin. "We've got to make the acquaintance of that whole crowd, Fred. We've got to get personally acquainted with them all.
"Our consciences are cleaner than theirs." Indeed, in passing from the lobby to the breakfast room, where the Pollard party intended to take coffee, Messrs. Rhinds and Radwin were encountered just as they were coming out. "Ah, good morning, gentlemen," hailed John C. Rhinds, halting and holding out his hand. Fred Radwin, too, beamed cordially upon the enemy.
And they went into today's affair and beat us. We've lost the speed and endurance test." "Those boys were trapped, all right," protested Radwin, in a low tone. "I can't begin to imagine how they ever got loose again." "They got loose because you're a fool!" raged the older man. "I'm good-natured, Mr. Rhinds" cried Radwin, an ugly gleam coming into his eyes, "but I don't stand everything.
At that very moment there came the sound of a shout further down the street. Other voices answered. "There, you dolt!" cried Radwin, angrily. "Now, you've wasted our last chance. Here comes a mob!" Backing off, Radwin grabbed up his useless comrade, forcing the driver to his feet. Seeing his enemy so occupied, Jack Benson edged off, holding the whip so that he could use it.
This was one feature of the story that the newspapers had as yet failed to discover. However, Ward believed that Radwin was now hundreds of miles away, and still traveling. So, when the Pollard submarine party came ashore that evening, none of them gave much thought to Radwin. Farnum led his young friends, as heretofore, to the Somerset House.
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