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In payment he bought her the fine clothes she was wearing when you saw her. And now, here's some one you may like to see here!" For a moment or two not a word was uttered as the submarine people found themselves gazing between bars at Fred Radwin. Radwin did not look depressed, but, on the contrary, jaunty and defiant. "He's the one I'm best pleased of all to have," chuckled Chief Ward.
I don't want to hurt you, fellow, but I'm the Chief of Police, and I mean to see Mr. Radwin without delay!" "The Chief of Police!" gasped Radwin, feeling his knees weaken under him. He and Rhinds stared uneasily at each other. "You see him first," whispered Fred Radwin. "I've some things in my pockets that I wouldn't want the chief of police to find.
"Be careful, Fred," warned Rhinds, "not to make any moves that will be our undoing!" "Have I gotten you into any trouble yet, Mr. Rhinds?" "No," admitted the older man, though he added, half-jeeringly: "Nor have you beaten the Pollard crowd at any point along the road, that I can remember." "Wait!" retorted Radwin, mysteriously.
"First, the gunfire, then seven long whistles, followed by wait!" As the whistling ceased another gun boomed forth. "That's the emergency signal, to call all hands back who belong on submarines," uttered Radwin, wheeling about. "We must get our hats and coats, and hustle down to the water front." Radwin, had in truth, read the signal aright.
And now, Jack Benson, wholly and absolutely convinced of the guilt of Rhinds and Radwin, had gone to the local daily newspaper offices with his account of what had happened out at sea. It was a great stroke. Yet Captain Jack had not undertaken it without first having secured the permission of Jacob Farnum.
"Come on yourself, Radwin!" mocked Jack, backing against the wall of a house so that he could face either assailant at need. "Drop that whip, and I will!" hissed Fred Radwin, stealthily manoeuvering about the boy, yet held back by a wholesome awe of that butt-end of the whip. "No; I like this whip too well," chuckled young Benson. "You can't have it unless you take it from me. Want to try?"
At a mute signal from Hal all three of the submarine boys seated themselves once more. By degrees the little crowd melted away. Then Jack Benson turned to his chum, to ask, in a low voice: "What did you mean, Hal, old fellow? I know you had some good reason for checking me as you did." "I was afraid you would hit Radwin," Hal murmured.
At first glance one would be inclined to like the appearance of Fred Radwin. A closer study of the somewhat shifty eyes and general reckless expression might have turned one skilled in human nature against Mr. Fred Radwin, who was secretary to the Rhinds Company.
Yet, think and ponder as he would, it never occurred to him to see, in his misfortune, the guiding hand of Fred Radwin! At the hot soda place even Jack Benson, fond as he was of such decoctions, at last had his fill. "Funny Eph hasn't brought the others here," muttered Jack. "Pardon me, a moment," urged Radwin, rising. "I'll be back directly."
"Great Caesar!" exploded Jack, realizing, now, what a narrow escape he had had from another disaster to their common interests. "So you be on your guard," Hal went on with his wise counsel. "No one at least, no one in your own crowd doubts your grit, or your willingness to clinch with Radwin and fight it out to a copper-riveted finish.
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