Farnum. "Say, it's very plain you don't know
Jack Benson."
The shipbuilder, two of the submarine boys and the reporter were seated
by themselves at one end of the Hotel Clayton's big front veranda.
"Aren't you at all uneasy?" asked Hennessy.
"If I am," proposed the shipbuilder, "I'm going to cure my mental unrest
with luncheon. Won't you join us, Mr. Hennessy?"
If appetite were any guide, none of the submarine people felt the
slightest uneasiness as to information that the sprightly Mlle. Nadiboff
might be able to coax from Captain Jack while on that auto drive.
By the time that the quartette came out again, however, Farnum began to
look bothered.
"After two," he declared, "and Jack not here. Now, at three o'clock,
I've agreed to take out a party of naval officers from the gunboat. We
want to show those Navy fellows some of our prettiest work in the
'Benson.'"
"It looks as though your young captain is finding his companion so
pleasant that he forgets to look frequently at his watch," suggested
the reporter, slyly.
"Jack Benson doesn't know anything about the three o'clock appointment,"
replied Mr. Farnum.
"If he isn't here in season," put in quiet Hal, "it won't cause us any
real trouble, anyway.
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