Neither Jack nor Hal felt like eating then. They sat by Messrs. Farnum
and Pollard, though the submarine boys contented themselves with sipping
more milk.
"That was one way of answering the enemy's threats," laughed the
shipbuilder, in an undertone.
"We don't know that Mlle. Nadiboff was in any way connected with the
threats," replied Jack, in an equally low tone.
"She belongs in the enemy's ranks," observed David Pollard, dryly.
As the quartette were leaving the table one of the negro waiters stepped
up to them.
"De lady dat was brought down outah de fiah done wanter see Marse Benson
in de parlor," announced the waiter.
"Mlle. Nadiboff?" inquired Mr. Farnum. "Then I guess we had all better
go in Jack, I'm going to keep you in my sight."
As they entered the parlor the submarine people saw three or four women
standing about a sofa on which lay the pretty Russian.
At sight of the newcomers the Russian signed to the attendants of her
own sex to raise her, and then to withdraw. Jack went forward to the
sofa, his friends taking seats on the opposite side of the room.
"Pardon my not rising, my Captain," begged Mlle. Nadiboff, as Jack
Benson left his friends to go forward and greet her. "I find I have
not my full strength yet.
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