"Yet, first of all, boy, have you anything to
say that will stop me?"
"If I had, I'd say it," muttered the submarine boy, ruefully.
"Then you might give me that message I asked for."
"Is that all that will stop you?" demanded Jack.
"Yes. All."
"Then go ahead with whatever you have in mind," retorted Jack. "As long
as my sane mind stays by me I shall never betray the Pollard secrets to
any other government!"
"Let us see, then!"
Once more Gaston fastened the long, sinewy fingers of each hand in the
submarine boy's hair. He began to tug, gently at first, but gradually
increasing the force of the yank.
Jack Benson stood it as long as he could, then at last let out a yell
that was dragged from the depths of agony.
"I'm in time, it seems! Stop that! Now, turn and fight like a man--you
contemptible hound!"
It was Hal Hastings's voice that rang through the little cave. Hal had
just crawled in through the tunnel. Now, the young engineer, his frame
shaking with indignation, stood up at nearly his full length, prepared
to spring upon Gaston, who, also, had leaped to his feet.
"I thought it would be worth while to watch and shadow you to-night,"
jeered Hal, angrily. "It turns out I was right.
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