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Then they returned to the lobby. Radwin was limping, now, and looked uncomfortable. "What's the matter?" questioned Jack. "A nail in my shoe hurts me," lied the other, glibly, sinking into a chair. "Benson, I reckon I'll sit here a few minutes. Then I'll get to my room and call a bell-boy, to see if he can find some one to fix the shoe." "Too bad," murmured Jack.
Before all the curious throng Fred Radwin, strangely enough, felt too abashed, for the moment, to persist in his expressions of surprise. "I'll talk with you later," he muttered, with a sickly smile, then turned away. "If you do," Jack called after him, "I'll " Benson's voice died down as the young captain felt Hal Hastings's strong, impassioned grip on his arm.
"Now, would it be just right to say that?" asked Jack, slowly. "Mr. Rhinds has tried to be very pleasant to us to-night. So has Mr. Radwin. Probably they're both good fellows, in their own way. Only " "Well?" insisted Hal. "Why, to tell the truth," confessed Captain Benson, "Rhinds impresses me as being just a bit coarse, and Radwin a little too smooth and slick.
"Come on, and get up, you dolt!" growled Radwin to the driver. "Do you think we have all night to settle with this boy?" "I can't get up, I tell you. I'm no good," moaned the driver. "I don't know what I did to myself when I went down so hard." "Hurry up!" insisted Radwin. "A crowd may come along at any moment." "Let 'em," moaned the driver. "I can't stop it. I'll apologize."
If any one of you opens his mouth on this subject, I shall consider that young man no longer a friend of mine." All this while Chief Ward, of the Colfax police department, was busily engaged in seeking tidings of the missing Fred Radwin. But Radwin, after entering that adjoining room, appeared to have been swallowed up. Jack had heard, from the chief of police, of the disappearance of Radwin.
At the time that the torpedo passed our boat I would like to know just who of the 'Thor's' complement were below." "Can you answer that, Mr. Driggs?" demanded Captain Magowan. Driggs was a bronzed, shrewd-looking man of forty, with a face that looked rather sound and wholesome. "Yes, sir," replied Driggs, promptly. "Mr. Radwin had volunteered to relieve the man on duty in the engine room. Mr.
Pollard!" chorused the three submarine boys. Then, favoring Rhinds and Radwin with brief glances: "Good morning gentlemen!" "Gentlemen?" repeated Eph, disgustedly, under his breath. "I think not!" Though Rhinds and his agent speedily managed to look pleasant, they hadn't gotten their spirits back when the shore boat pulled away.
Not one was there among their crews but wondered whether any further competitive tests were to be ordered. There had been no more meetings, on shore, between the Rhinds party and our friends. Radwin had hoped for such a meeting, for, as Hal had predicted, the dark-faced rascal had soon reasoned out that it would be an excellent thing to stop a few blows delivered by Captain Jack Benson.
Ensign Pike was the officer of the Navy who had been on board the "Thor." Pike had remained up on the platform deck during this scene. "Very good," nodded Captain Magowan. "We will return to the deck. I can see that there are many questions to be asked." On the deck, on first boarding, Jack Benson had noticed the absence of Fred Radwin.
The young submarine skipper, from what he knew of hoodlum street crowds, hurried by on the other side. Two blocks further along Benson encountered a tardy policeman. Knowing that it was now too late to hope to catch Fred Radwin, Jack contented himself with inquiring the way back to the Somerset House, where he arrived, after a long walk, still carrying the whip as his trophy of the late encounter.
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