"
"Bravo!" nodded David Pollard, looking on with a smile.
It is a fact that life in a constant atmosphere of danger renders the
average man all but indifferent to fear. Those who meet perils daily
grow to consider danger as all a part of the day's work. Perils which,
a year before, would have kept Jack Benson awake with dread for a week
now appeared to him as not worth thinking about until they happened.
Jack remained ashore until half-past nine. He hoped to hear some word
of what the Secret Service men might have learned, or of what these
representatives of Uncle Sam were doing. But no word came, so the
submarine boy went down to the beach. There was but one harbor boat
in sight.
"Ah done thought yo'd be gwine back to do little ship, sah, so Ah
done waited fo' you'," explained the negro in the boat. "Any mo'
ob yo' pahty to go abo'd to-night, sah?"
"No," Jack answered. "I'll be the last one to put off to-night."
Nor did he forget to reward the darkey's enterprise by handing him
rather more than the usual boat hire.
As he stepped aboard Jack found Hal pacing the platform deck.
"Keeping deck watch, old fellow? I'm glad see that," Captain Jack
said, commendingly.
"Yes; I'm on until midnight.
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