"Good evening, Mr. Drummond," Jack hailed, quietly.
"Now, you halt and stand right where you are," retorted the Englishman,
nervously handling a heavy walking stick that he carried. "I don't know
whether it's going to be a good evening for you, or not, young man. Do
you know that your cursed meddling has resulted in the arrest of a most
estimable young woman?"
"Who?" asked Jack, coolly.
"Miss Peddensen," replied Drummond, angrily.
"Oh, I guess the secret service men know what they're about," said Jack
somewhat sarcastically.
"And I know what I'm about, too!" roared the enraged Drummond, raising
his cane, wrathfully. "Benson, you young sneak, I'm going to brain you!"
CHAPTER XVII
DRUMMOND'S LITTLE SURPRISE--FOR HIMSELF
It didn't happen just that way.
As Drummond swung his cane and brought it down with crushing force, aimed
at the submarine boy's head, Jack wasn't there.
Instead, Benson sprang about two feet to one, side. It would have been
a fearful blow had Jack's head been in the way. As it was, the cane
hit the ground with such force as to be thrown from the Englishman's
hand.
With a growl, the fellow leaped forward and snatched up his stick. Jack
Benson stood leaning carelessly against a tree, in a way that enraged
Drummond all the more.
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