The Submarine Boys Trial Trip | Page 6

you?" queried Captain Jack, mildly.
"I certainly do," said Hastings, with emphasis.
"Then I'll do the trick myself," contended Jack. "I'm not going to think up a trick too dangerous for myself, and then hire another man to take all the risk for me."
Hal said no more. He knew the folly of trying to persuade his chum out of a decision like the present one.
"I don't believe Farnum will let you try it," hinted Eph. "It sounds too dangerous."
"Mr. Farnum won't know what it is until it's been done," responded young Captain Benson, with a light laugh, as he rose from the table. "Fellows, I'm going on shore for a little while. Look the electric motor over, and test the compressed air apparatus. We want to be sure that everything is working right."
"Let me go ashore with you," suggested Hal, also rising.
"Not this time," laughed Jack. "You might try to say something to Mr. Farnum to queer my plan. Stay here. You and Eph make mighty sure that everything is in running order."
Going on deck, Captain Jack signaled for a shore boat, which was quickly alongside. Landing, the young captain walked slowly up to the yard office, thinking deeply all the time.
Just as the young submarine commander entered the outer office Jacob Farnum stepped out from his private, inner office. He was smoking a cigar, and looked as though he had come out to stretch his legs.
"Hullo, Jack," he greeted the young man, pleasantly. "Say, I hope you haven't come to talk business. Say something foolish, won't you, lad? I'm just in the mood for nonsense. All forenoon I've had my head crammed to bursting with figures and business, and now I'm in the mood for something reckless. You see, Melville is in a position to command a lot of capital, and we need it to expand this business. He's in there, now, with another capitalist, a lawyer and an accountant. But I had to break away. What do you know that's reckless?"
Jacob Farnum was not playing any part of treachery, or deception, in not telling his submarine boys about the proposed shifting of command to Don Melville's shoulders. The fact was that George Melville, after that first hint, had said nothing more about the subject, but was now craftily laying the wires for securing gradual control of the shipyard's enterprises.
"Why, I am glad to find you at leisure, and willing to be amused," smiled Captain Jack, quietly. "Will it be too much like business if I ask you down to the water to watch a little demonstration that we want to make with the 'Pollard'?"
"Is it something brand-new?" laughed Mr. Farnum, resting an arm on the young captain's shoulder.
"So far as I know, it's shiningly new," laughed Jack Benson.
"What is it?"
"If you don't mind, Mr. Farnum, I'd rather show it to you first."
"How long will the demonstration take?"
"It ought not to require more than fifteen or twenty minutes, sir."
"I'll take you up, then," agreed Mr. Farnum, pleasantly.
Just at that moment the inner door opened. Mr. Melville came out, followed by his lawyer, Don bringing up the rear of the file.
"I guess you'd better come along with me, gentlemen," called Mr. Farnum. "Captain Benson has just invited me to witness something new in the submarine line."
"What is it?" questioned Mr. Melville.
"I don't know," admitted Jacob Farnum.
"What is it, boy?" demanded Mr. Melville, turning upon Jack. The very tone in which the word "boy" was uttered was meant to reduce the youthful captain to confusion, but it had the opposite effect. Though it brought a quick flush to Jack's cheeks, he answered, courteously:
"It is intended, principally, as a surprise to Mr. Farnum. If I were to tell, now, it would rob him of much of the pleasure of being astonished."
To this George Melville did not deign to reply, though he compressed his lips grimly enough. Don flashed a sneering look at Jack, then observed:
"You're pretty independent for a boy."
"Let Captain Jack alone," drawled Farnum, expelling some cigar smoke between his lips. "He generally knows what he's doing."
Though there was nothing in the builder's tone at which offense could be taken, this reply quieted both Melvilles for the time being.
"Come on. We'll all go down to the shore and see what it is," added the yard's owner.
Captain Jack hurried ahead, entered the shore boat and was rowed out alongside the "Pollard."
"It's all right, fellows," he called, as soon as he boarded. "Everything ready?"
Receiving assurance that all was ready, Captain Jack turned to wave his hand to the little group watching from the shore. Two or three minutes later the "Pollard" slipped slowly away from her moorings, going out where the little harbor was deeper. Then, the manhole being closed, the submarine began to sink. Her conning tower was soon out of sight beneath the