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Updated: May 2, 2025
It will be a long time, yet, ere Radwin will breathe the air as a free man. John C. Rhinds vanished completely. True, one returned traveler reported having seen Rhinds at Nice, performing paltry services for American tourists in return for paltry "tips." Mrs. Rhinds and her daughter, having decided to make the best of matters, are now living quietly and happily in a western town.
"We were just saying," Hal announced, "that it's funny the others haven't come along. We better go back and get Eph, anyway?" "It will be a good idea," nodded Radwin. Of course, when they reached the corner at which they had left young Somers, he was not there. "I wonder if he has gone back and joined the party at the hotel?" queried Hal. "We can soon find out," declared Jack.
He had just counted the number of people in sight on the Rhinds craft. "All but one of the Rhinds crowd on deck," thought Mr. Danvers. "I don't make out that fellow, Radwin. He must be taking the engine trick." Jack Benson also sauntered over to port side, though not with any intention of addressing the naval officer.
Yet, with all his guilty knowledge of what he had encouraged Radwin to do, it did not occur to Rhinds to lay the blame anywhere except upon the shoulders of honest, though hard fighting, Captain Jack Benson. Presently, John Rhinds cooled down. He even became suave and smiling though under the smile a ghastly pallor lay on his cheeks.
"That's the crowd, right over there, that have sold two boats under our noses to the Navy Department," continued Rhinds, a snarl framing about his thick, ugly lips. "That's the crowd we've got to beat." "Then those young chaps must be the three young submarine officers with such fine records," remarked Fred Radwin, in an undertone. "They are," nodded Rhinds, slowly.
The submarine boy, therefore, wheeled and ran swiftly toward the fighting hoodlums, though wholly intent on getting past them. Radwin, believing that the young skipper was racing for help, dragged his driver-companion roughly, swiftly along, finally pushing him inside the hack. Then Radwin leaped to the box, gathered up the reins, and was away like a flash.
The government is going to buy a good many submarine boats. Now, it isn't necessary for the government to have the boats all of one type, is it?" "Of course not," Radwin assented. "Just so," continued the older man, "now, we've made a pretty good showing, after all.
One of the outer doors opened, and Fred Radwin, catching sight of the submarine boys as he entered, hastened over to where they sat, a look of pretended sympathy on his handsome but snake-like face. "Boys," he called, in a low voice, as all three rose as though to ward off blows, "it was only little while ago that I heard of the fearful accident. Poor Pollard!
Then Fred Radwin jumped up, prepared to grapple with this young foeman. But Jack was ready for that. He had ready a handy sailor jab a short-arm blow with the fist that sent Radwin once more to the sidewalk. Then, as scientific boxing rules were not called for in an encounter of this kind, Jack followed up his advantages with two severe kicks.
"Besides, if they're on their guard, now, so am I. I know them to be smarter than I first thought, so I shall spread a deeper, tighter net for them. John Rhinds, you shall win the rest of the submarine tests. At least, the Pollard boats won't win!" Radwin talked so confidently that John Rhinds began to look at him more hopefully. "What are you going to do, Fred?" the wretch inquired, at last.
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