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Rhinds was at the bottom of any such scoundrelly plot as the papers are talking about?" asked Mrs. Rhinds, tearfully, at last. "Madame," replied Farnum, in the gentlest tone he knew how to use, "I'll admit I don't like to believe it." "And you'll come out in a public interview, saying you're convinced that the whole story is a monstrous lie, won't you?" pleaded the wife. Jacob Farnum choked.
You can hardly go to sleep, Rhinds, but I shall start out again, on the sly, and go to find some handy people I know in the little city of Colfax. So that's settled, and I'll signal for the boat now." Jack and his comrades slept on the "Benson" that night. For one thing, they felt so tired, after the day's long strain, that they really lacked the desire even to go to larger, softer beds on shore.
Farnum and Pollard and all three of the submarine boys were around the big table. Radwin had succeeded in seating himself between Jack and Hal. The dinner had been a fine one. Only one hitch had occurred; that was when Mr. Rhinds, at the beginning of the meal, had tried to order several bottles of wine. "Just a moment, Mr. Rhinds," Farnum broke in. "None of the wine for us, thank you."
It was the signal that the naval board had announced in case, at any time, there should be sudden, official news for the officers and crews of the rival submarines. "What can it be, I wonder?" pondered John Rhinds, as they hurried through a street that led to the pier. "Probably some test in which the board wants us to start without any preparation," replied Radwin.
"We might possibly meet Rhinds in the lobby, or in the dining room," said the shipbuilder, "but I don't deem it likely. Rhinds is undoubtedly keeping hid within his own walls upstairs." This guess proved to be a good one. Farnum and his friends dined at the Somerset without being offended by a sight of the face of their rival in business.
I can stop the boys aboard the Pollard craft from being on hand to put their boat through all its paces. All you need is to have the Pollard end blocked. You can more than hold your end against the other submarines." "Well, what can you do to stop the boys on the Pollard boats?" demanded Rhinds, unbelievingly. "I can stop them from being on hand at the next tests.
"Come, young Benson," challenged John Rhinds, "even you must admit that the 'Thor' shows a clean bill of moral health!" "I'll admit that two and two make five, and that the moon is made of sage cheese," retorted Captain Jack. "I'll admit that the north pole is steam-heated. But " "Well, Mr. Benson," broke in Captain Magowan, crisply. "Why do you hesitate?"
"That is kind of you," nodded Mr. Farnum, gratefully. Accordingly, a few minutes later, Mr. Rhinds arose, sauntering, cigar in mouth, over to the table of the officers of the naval board. He spoke with them a few moments, then returned. "Mr. Farnum, and Mr Pollard," announced Rhinds, "Captain Magowan and his associates invite you to come over and sit at their table.
"Sounds like 'Dastardly plot submarine mystery. Can it be anything to injure our chances?" As he looked down into the street, from the altitude of the third floor window, Rhinds saw that, whatever the news, the boys appeared to be selling papers fast. For a few seconds Rhinds wavered. Then he crossed the room to the telephone.
"We're cutting into the 'Thor's' water." A few moments more, and Benson found his craft slantingly across the Rhinds boat's course, well ahead. "Now, we'll show you!" quavered Jack Benson, as he briefly shook his fist back at the wicked rivals. "If we don't blow the lid off this sea-turtle!" muttered young Somers, to himself. At the youthful captain's sharp order Eph swung the course around.
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