"You have your wish, at last, Mademoiselle, to visit this craft," Jack
laughed, then added, gravely: "I am sorry, indeed, that I cannot invite
you below."
"I have lost my desire to see the interior of the boat," she replied,
with equal gravity.
A start was made in plenty of time. Gayly the "Benson" bounded out over
the waves, as though even that grim little steel craft of war could
appreciate the fact that its dangers were over.
In time Captain Jack picked up the Havana bound freighter by the rays of
her searchlight, and moved on out to intercept her. He signaled that
he had a passenger to put aboard. The steamship lay to, lowering a
side gangway, and the "Benson" ran neatly in. The transfer was made.
Just as she was helped over the side Mlle. Nadiboff placed her hand in
Jack's.
"Good-bye, my Captain," she said, sadly.
"Good-bye, Mademoiselle," answered the submarine boy. "And remember that
you are done with the spies."
"Forever! Again, good-bye, my Captain."
As both craft moved off on their respective courses Captain Benson saw a
little white handkerchief fluttering at the freighter's stern rail. As
long as it could be visible over the waters that handkerchief fluttered.
"I guess the little Russian must have tied her handkerchief there,"
observed Eph, dryly, and Captain Jack smiled; while Jacob Farnum turned
to whisper to the inventor:
"Dave, our youthful captain has the greatest respect in the world for
a woman, but he'll never be made a fool of by one of the wrong kind.
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