Jack Benson saw it, also, but he sprang past
the paper, pulling the door open.
Around a turn in the corridor the submarine boy heard the sound of
fleet footsteps.
Jack pursued, but could find no one, and the sound of moving feet had
also ceased. As soon as he was satisfied that he could not catch the
prowler, the submarine boy returned to the room.
"Do you see this?" asked the shipbuilder, holding out the slip of paper.
"Another warning, I suppose?" Benson ventured.
"Yes; and it shows that you are being followed and watched. Something
worse is almost certain yet to happen."
Jack took the slip of paper, reading these printed words:
"You have been fairly warned. Are you going to be a fool? Obey,
or--"
That was all. The meaning of the words was plain enough, but Jack, with
as cool a smile as ever, folded the slip, dropping it in one of his
pockets.
"This will interest Trotter," he remarked.
"There is no use whatever in advising you, suppose?" asked the
shipbuilder.
"If these threats were directed against you, would you cringe from
them?" demanded the young submarine captain.
"Of course I wouldn't," replied Farnum, a sudden flash lighting his eyes
as he spoke.
"Then why should you expect to see me turn coward?"
"I won't say another word about it, Jack!" replied the shipbuilder,
gripping his captain's hand.
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