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I'm just as sure as I can be that if they part now they'll nivver come together again. Who'd a thow't it 'ud ever come to this between 'em." She fairly panted with the burden of her feelings. Just as she was about to break out into fresh lamentations, the door slowly opened, disclosing the sober face and lean figure of John Herbert Bedford Lawson, confidential servant to Mr. Townsley.
I suppose you don't know, yet, that Admiral Townsley is here sent by the Secretary of the Navy to investigate and report on this matter." "You'll see him you'll make him understand, won't you?" demanded Rhinds, eagerly. "You can't make Townsley understand anything but facts," replied Mr. Simms, dryly. "I know the man. He's a hard-headed truth-seeker.
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.
Harold Townsley arose hastily, and said sternly and angrily, as he faced her: "Was it necessary, Grace, to sing that song in such a manner? Did you wish me to understand through it the state of your present feelings toward me? I dislike to harbor the thought that you chose the song, and began to sing it in the manner you did, the moment you heard me coming."
"In that case," said Frank Hays, "we shall have to stay at home." Frank was an alert little fellow, with a jaunty air, to whom, by tacit consent, all the openings for jokes were left, as he had a taste that way. "What do you mean, Henry?" inquired George Townsley, a thick-set, sedate young man, with an intelligent, but rather phlegmatic look.
"But how could I get such a fifth torpedo?" faltered the old man. "The Navy issues them." "They may be bought in the market, too, by one who knows how," replied Rear Admiral Townsley, coolly. "You consent to our going aboard your boat, of course, Mr. Rhinds?" Had there been any reasonable way of preventing it, Rhinds would not have agreed, but he saw that he must comply with the request.
Our hoodlums are as bad and lawless as are to be found anywhere in the United States." In the morning the Somerset House was favored by two rather distinguished guests. One was Rear Admiral Townsley, the other Congressman Simms. The two had come down together from Washington on the night train.
He had supposed, as a matter of course, that it was the long-threatened attack of enemies on Weiner's store. Weiner, a big, quarrelsome Austrian, had been in more than one fist fight with his neighbors. Brown studied Townsley and decided to give him but a hint of his true purpose. He didn't like this sign of weakness on the eve of great events.
He selected six men to accompany him on his mission, his four sons who had made up the Surveyor's party, his son-in-law, Henry Thompson, and Theodore Weiner. Owen, Salmon, Oliver and Frederick Brown knew every foot of the ground. They had carried the chain, set the markers and flags and kept the records. He called his men in line and issued his first command: "To the house of James Townsley."
Townsley belonged to the Pottawattomie Rifles of which organization his son, John Jr., was the Captain. Arrived at the house, Brown drew Townsley aside and spoke in a vague, impersonal manner. "I hear there is trouble expected on the Pottawattomie." "Is there?" "We hear it." "What are you going to do?" "March to their rescue. Will you help us?" "How?"
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