Benson! When shall we come on board?"
"As soon as we're moored, sir," Jack shouted
As the "Benson" ran to her moorings the youthful captain espied a shore
boat that bore, as sole passenger, one of the uniformed, colored bell
boys from the hotel.
When Eph made the mooring cable fast, this shore boat ranged alongside.
"Box for Captain Benson, sah," called the negro.
"Right here," acknowledged Jack, going over to the rail. The box
proved to be of pasteboard.
"Are you going to open it?" whispered Farnum.
"Why, yes, sir; of course," Jack answered.
"Better do it on deck, then," came the dry answer. "It might contain
something explosive, you know."
Though he laughed, young Benson carefully untied the string that held
the lid on, also carefully removing the latter. Inside he discovered
a handsome bouquet of roses, with a card attached.
"Well, of all the assurance in the world?" gasped Jack Benson.
"What's the matter!" queried Farnum.
"Read what's written on this card, sir."
The inscription ran:
"Mlle. Sara Nadiboff is delighted at learning that Captain Jack Benson
has returned in safety from his long walk."
"Any answer, sah?" demanded the darkey in the boat.
"None, thank you," replied Captain Jack, in an even tone.
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