"We didn't see him this afternoon," replied Mr. Farnum, rather curtly.
"You astonish me," cried the Frenchman.
"In fact we have not seen Captain Benson since we left him on an
automobile ride this morning."
"Ah! I had not heard of that," murmured the Frenchman. "I trust nothing
is wrong with the gallant young fellow."
"Oh, that's hardly likely," drawled Jacob Farnum, with an effort.
"Captain Jack Benson a lad with a pretty good idea of how to take care
of himself."
While speaking Farnum did not look particularly at the Frenchman, but
trusted to the boys to watch the man's face covertly. M. Lemaire,
however, proved to be a good actor and a master of facial expression.
As soon as he could, without attracting attention, Jacob Farnum drew his
little force to one side.
"Something serious has happened to Jack," muttered the shipbuilder,
moodily. "It may have been an accident, but I believe it's ten times
more likely that that infernal gang of spies have trapped the lad and
brought harm to him. We've got to act, and act fast!"
CHAPTER XII
IN THE POWER OF THE SPIES
Something had, indeed, "happened" to Jack Benson, and much more was
likely to happen.
The young submarine captain lay on a pile of dried grass that had been
thrown on a board floor.
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