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In fact, he was almost cheerful as he boarded the launch at the wharf. Rhinds was at least self-possessed when he was shown into a cabin where Captain Magowan was seated at a desk. "Oh, good morning, Mr. Rhinds," was the greeting of the president of the naval board, as he rose. "My business will take but a very few moments.
"You are Mr. "Rhinds." "I wish to see your Mr. Radwin. I have a message for him." "Be seated, Chief," urged the rascal. "Mr. Radwin will be here in a moment." "Where is Radwin now?" demanded the chief. "In the next room. He'll be here in a moment." "Did he go through that door?" asked Chief Ward. "Yes." "Then I'll see him at once," replied the official.
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.
In fact, I may go a little further, and say that, in our business at Dunhaven, we have come to the point where we no longer have any dealings with business men whom we know to drink. You will understand, of course, that this is said without criticism of whatever views you yourself may entertain." "Oh, well, then," grunted Rhinds, much taken back by the fairly spoken words of his rival.
Because they hoped, thereby, to beat us in the distance speed race to-day." "Of course," nodded the shipbuilder, still savage. "Rhinds builds fast submarines. I know that, from the reports I've had. Plainly, the Pollard boats are the only craft he feels much afraid of." "He'll be more than afraid, to-night," vaunted Jack Benson, proudly. "More than afraid, sir.
"It doesn't make a bit of difference which one," returned young Captain Benson. "Between the 'Hastings' and the 'Benson' there isn't a hair's breadth to choose. But with either boat, sir, I believe that, to-day, we can run any Rhinds boat off the surface of the ocean!" It was all very good to have such confidence in their boat. Yet was it to be justified? Almost immediately came the first blow.
What a situation just when I am trying to put the deals through that shall make the Rhinds Submarine Company the richest concern of its kind in the world!" By the middle of the afternoon Rhinds heard the newsboys calling something excitedly down in the street. "What's that? What's that?" gasped the old man, holding one hand to his ear.
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.
Admiral Townsley raised a hand in signal. Out of the background came Jacob Farnum and his three submarine boys. "These people can't come aboard my boat!" protested Rhinds. "They must, if we do," retorted the admiral, crisply. "These are the human beings who were placed in deadly peril by the torpedo that has yet to be accounted for." Rhinds no longer objected.
"I wish I knew what it was," muttered Rhinds. "That's just the way every man-jack aboard the submarine boats is feeling about it," jeered Radwin. "Jove, I hope the test, to-day, is one in which we stand a chance to beat the Pollard crowd!" Jacob Farnum had just started from the "Hastings," in a shore boat, when the first gun boomed forth.
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