"I have dreaded to see you go down under
the mysterious assaults of these scoundrels. I have hated to see a boy
come to that harm while serving me. But I realize, now, that it would
hurt you worse to run away than it would to stay and face any kind of
punishment or even death itself."
"That's the talk, sir," nodded Hal. "And no one is going to harm him,
either. There are too many of us--if we keep our eyes open."
That "if" covered a wide field of possibilities. Not one of them could
foresee all that the ingenuity of the enemy would provide in the way of
danger.
To quiet his own agitation Jacob Farnum had recourse to a cigar. He
lighted it, smoking with a very solemn look on his face.
"What's all the excitement, I wonder?" muttered Hal, presently.
The distant sound of running feet, then cries came to their ears,
though none in the little party could distinguish the words.
"There's some big excitement on. Come along," urged Jack, reaching
for his cap.
"Humph! We've had excitement enough to last reasonable people for a long
time," grumbled the shipbuilder, but he, too, sprang for his hat.
Ere they had run far through the corridor they encountered other guests
fleeing.
"What's the matter?" called Jack.
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