"
"If you keep within sound of your telephone bell, then, I think you'll
have authority within a few minutes," replied Jack, briskly.
"That's a live, hustling boy," muttered the jailer, looking after
young Benson through a window, as the submarine boy hurried away.
Before he had gone far, Jack encountered one of the nondescript surreys,
hauled by an antiquated nag and driven by a battered darkey, that often
do duty as cab in Florida. Poor as the rig was, it offered a chance of
greater speed than Captain Benson could make at a walk, so he quickly
engaged the rig and was driven to the place where the Secret Service
men were stopping.
"You've brought us the only thing like a real clue that we have,"
declared Mr. Trotter, very frankly, after he had heard Jack's story.
"Wait a moment, and I'll have Packwood get busy over the telephone."
Within the next twenty minutes not only had the jail been telephoned
to; Packwood also talked with all the nearby railway stations in that
section of the country.
"If those rascals can be found," declared Trotter, "I think we shall
have gone a long way in clearing up the matter. As you say, the fellow
Gaston has more reason than any of the rest of the crowd to want a
complete revenge against you.
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