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“I should think you’d want to get out of here once in a while, though,” returned Truax. “Why?” asked the machinist. “Anything you want to be left alone here for?” “Oh, of course not,” drawled Truax, blowing out a cloud of tobacco smoke. “Then I guess I’ll stay where I am,” nodded Williamson.
"N-n-not long," answered Truax, quite truthfully. "Take this thermometer under your tongue!" Sam Truax meekly submitted, then sat, perfectly still, while Doctor McCrea paced the brig for two full minutes. Then the "sawbones" took the thermometer from between Truax's lips and inspected it keenly. "Hospital man!" rapped out Doctor McCrea, sharply.
Now, sah, dere am some good voodoo doctahs ’roun’ Annapolis, so Marse Truax, he done gwine to see, sah, what er voodoo can promise him fo’ his rheumatiz. I’se a runnah, sah, for de smahtest ole voodoo doctah, sah, in de whole state ob Maryland.” “Then you took Truax to a voodoo doctor to-night?” demanded Jack, almost contemptuously. “Yes, sah; yes, sah.”
"I've had some enemies, in the past, but I don't know a single person about Dunhaven, now who has any reason for wishing me harm." Never a thought crossed his mind of suspecting Sam Truax. That worthy had come with a note from David Pollard, the inventor of the boats. Sam, therefore, must be all right, the boy reasoned. Jack lay back on the upholstered seat.
“One moment, please,” interrupted Jack. “Did the Sidenham officials know that Gaynor intended to use such methods?” “I don’t believe they did,” replied Truax. “Humph! So Gaynor hired you to do all you could to disgrace me in the eyes of the naval authorities and to injure the machinery in the engine room of the submarine!” “Yes.
“If it looked that way, then I’m sorry,” Benson protested, in a tone of genuine regret. “All I wanted to make plain was that I couldn’t pass him on to our precious old boat without Mr. Farnum’s order.” Truax plodded slowly along behind the submarine boys, a cunning look in the man’s eyes as he stared after Jack Benson.
“What are you talking about!” demanded the prisoner angrily. “Man alive, I wish you could see your face!” Three minutes later a sailor halted at the door, looked at Truax, then wheeled about to the marine. “Say, what ails that man? What’s the matter with his face?” “Don’t know. Looks fearful, doesn’t he?” “Awful! Ought to have the doctor.” Sam shifted uneasily.
"But that doesn't seem hardly fair," protested Truax. "See here, I have spent all my money getting here. I haven't even the price of a lodging with me, and this isn't a summer night." "Why, I'll tell you what I'll do," Benson went on, feeling in one of his pockets. "Here's a dollar. That'll buy you a bed and a breakfast at the hotel up the street.
Eph Somers turned around to face him with a good deal of a glare. "What ails you, Truax? You heard the captain's order. You'll go with me." "Don't be too sure of that," uttered Sam Truax, defiantly. "If you don't go above with me, and if you don't follow every order you get aboard this boat, I know where you will go," muttered decisively. "Where?" jeered Sam.
"Then it shows you, Truax," broke in Doctor McCrea, now laughing, "how far below the mark you shot in guessing at Jack Benson's ingenuity and brains. For it was he showed me how to induce you to make this confession, voluntarily, after having refused to answer any of the lieutenant commander's questions." "What do you mean?" demanded Sam Truax, quickly, a queer look creeping into his face.
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