"Hullo!" muttered Jack Benson, in a tone loud enough to carry to the
ears of the newcomer. "There's that infernal Jap spy--that scoundrelly
thief of other men's secrets!"
Kamanako halted as abruptly as though he had been challenged by a sentry.
As he saw the young captain a dark, red flush crept into the cheeks of
the little, brown man.
"You talk much," sneered the Japanese his anger rising.
"I say what I think about spies and fellows who would steal other men's
secrets," retorted the young submarine captain.
"You will hold tongue better, if you please," snapped Kamanako.
"I? Hold my tongue for any scamp like you?" taunted Jack Benson.
The taunt had the effect for which Jack wished. Kamanako, looking
furious, dropped his dress suit case and ran angrily forward.
Just in time, as the Japanese bounded through the fringe of weeds,
Captain Jack dodged adroitly to one side.
So Kamanako plunged past him--and, the next instant, there came a
smothered yell from the inside of the well shaft.
"Oh, that was a shame!" came indignantly, from one of the women in the
party of strangers.
But Jack, paying no heed to her, had stepped back to the edge of the
well shaft. Dimly, down at the bottom, he could make out Kamanako,
standing in slimy water that reached nearly up to his arm-pits.
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