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CHAPTER I
A BIG CLOUD ON THE SUBMARINE HORIZON
"At what time did you say that the 'Pollard' was due to be back, Mr.Farnum?"
"At two o'clock," replied the owner of the boat-building yard at the little seaport town of Dunhaven.
"It's within five minutes of that hour, now."
"So it is," nodded the owner of the yard, after briefly consulting his watch.
For half an hour, or a little longer, a middle aged man, with the world of business and large... more...
CHAPTER I
TWO BOYS WHO PLANNED TO BECOME GREAT
"So this is Dunhaven?" inquired Jack Benson.
"Ye-es," slowly responded Jabez Holt, not rising from the chair in which he sat tilted back against the outer wall on the hotel porch.
"It looks like it," muttered Hal Hastings, under his breath.
"Doesn't look like a very bustling place, does it?" asked Jack, with a smile, as he set down a black, cloth-covered box on the porch and leisurely helped... more...
CHAPTER I
WHY THE "DANGER" SIGN WAS UP
"Danger!"
That sign might have been over an air-hole in the ice; or it might have been near rapidly moving shafting and belting in a factory.
As a matter of fact, the letters, white against the red paint on the door of the shed, meant danger in the most terrible form. It was the sort of danger, which, defied too far, would send one traveling skyward.
The shed stood in a lonely corner of the big Farnum... more...
CHAPTER I
"DO YOU SPEAK GERMAN?"
"Hey, there, Mister!" called out Jabez Holt, from one of the two office windows in the little hotel at Dunhaven.
As there was only one other man in the office, that other man guessed that he might be the one addressed.
With a slight German accent the stranger, who was well-dressed, and looked like a prosperous as well as an educated man, turned and demanded:
"You are calling me?"
"I reckon," nodded Jabez.... more...
CHAPTER I
"GUESS DAY" AT SPRUCE BEACH
"Has anyone sighted them yet?"
"No."
"What can be the matter?"
"You know, their specialty is going to the bottom. Possibly they've gone there once too often."
"Don't!" shuddered a young woman. "Try not to be gruesome always,George."
The young man laughed as he turned aside.
Everyone and his friend at Spruce Beach was asking similar questions. None of the answers were satisfactory, because nobody knew... more...
CHAPTER I
THE PRIZE DETAIL
"The United States Government doesn't appear very anxious to claim its property, does it, sir?" asked Captain Jack Benson.
The speaker was a boy of sixteen, attired in a uniform much after the pattern commonly worn by yacht captains. The insignia of naval rank were conspicuously absent.
"Now, that I've had the good luck to sell the 'Pollard' to the Navy," responded Jacob Farnum, principal owner of the shipbuilding... more...