"Frankly, I'm afraid that's just what will be in the present case,"
admitted Jacob Farnum.
"Then," grumbled Captain Jack, making a rather wry face, "it would seem
that being a foreign spy, in this country, provides one with a calling
that is a good deal safer than being just a lightning rod peddler or a
bill collector."
"Yes; it's really so," admitted the shipbuilder, thoughtfully.
"If that is the case," muttered Captain Jack, "the spies here at Spruce
Beach will probably keep a bit quiet until they see how things are going
to turn out. As soon as their minds are made easy by our generous
government, then they'll plot their next moves. If they can't accomplish
anything more, they may content themselves with a general revenge of
some sort on the whole lot of us."
"You're not afraid of their vengeance, are you?" asked Mr. Farnum,
looking up, and into the eyes of his young captain.
"I'm not afraid, of anything, sir," retorted Jack. "The master of a
submarine boat has no right to be afraid of things. Even if these
scoundrels should get me, in the end, all I can to is to smile, and
say: 'So be it.'"
Then, in the next breath, Benson added, earnestly:
"It doesn't matter so much if these rascals get me, but I don't want them
to work any mischief to the submarine.
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