By this time the badly-injured members of the party had received first attention from the doctors, and were now being lifted into a big farm wagon that had been brought to the scene. In this vehicle they were taken to the nearest house, where they were placed on beds for better attention.
"I"m going back to the city, now," announced the garage man to the young submarine captain. "I"m going to the chief of police, and I"ll also see to it that a big auto ambulance is sent out to take your friends and my man to the hospital in town. Hang it, I hate to keep the truth in this matter quiet, even for a moment, and I wouldn"t do it, only to see justice worked out. You see, Mr. Benson, such a fearful accident, from one of my cars, will hurt my business until the whole truth is known.
But I"ll stick to my word, and keep quiet."
In three quarters of an hour"s time the ambulance had arrived, and also a car that Graves had sent to bring back Farnum and the three submarine boys.
"Don"t run back at anything like speed, please," begged Mr. Farnum, with a wan smile. It had cut the shipbuilder to the marrow to find his friend, Pollard, so badly hurt.
"Nothing faster than ten miles an hour," promised the chauffeur.
Once in the city the auto followed the ambulance to the hospital, where Farnum went to see that every possible attention was given his friend.
But Mr. Graves had already made splendid arrangements for the care of both injured men.
Then down to the Somerset went the able bodied survivors of the submarine party. Though they said nothing in the hearing of the strange chauffeur, they were no more than inside Jacob"s Farnum"s room when they let loose their indignation.
It was not many minutes, however, ere the chief of police arrived.
"I"ve been talking with Graves, gentlemen," announced the chief, "and I"m wholly satisfied that the rascal, Hodges, is the first one we want to find. When we get him we"ll try to make him tell who"s behind him."
"Did you get anything out of the four fellows you caught night before last?" asked Jack Benson.
"Not a word to amount to anything, so far," replied the chief. "But their case was continued a week by the court, and I"ll find a way to make "em talk! Just now, my whole thought is centered on finding Hodges."
"He isn"t stopping at this hotel?" asked Jack.
"Not much! He wouldn"t wait for us to come and gather him in like that," answered the chief. "No; I"m dragging the town, and I also have a man at the railway station, and another watching the water front."
"I can"t understand how the fellow who called himself Hodges ever got Judson to write him a letter of introduction to me," muttered Mr. Farnum.
"Do you know Judson"s writing?" asked the police chief, suspiciously.
"No-o-o," admitted Mr. Farnum. "But the letter was written on the letter-head of Judson"s hotel."
"Anyone can get a hotel letter-head," retorted the police official, sagely. "You"d better let me have that letter, and I"ll write Judson to wire me whether he ever signed it."
Farnum pa.s.sed over the letter, though he muttered, disgustedly:
"Good heavens, have I reached my present only to be taken in with a faked letter of introduction?"
"If you have," responded the chief of police, grimly, "you won"t be the only traveled, wide awake business man who has been caught by a trick like that. In this country, where letters of introduction are pa.s.sed around as freely as cigars, it"s very seldom that a man stops to wonder whether the letter handed him is genuine."
An hour later the chief was back, to report that a man answering Hodges"
description had taken a train north bound, not buying a ticket.
"I"ve telegraphed to have the fellow arrested at a point along the route," continued the police official. "I don"t expect to get Hodges as easily as that, though. He undoubtedly will have left the train before it gets to where I have some one waiting to receive him."
"But the young woman he called his daughter?" asked Jack
"She wasn"t with him. The fellow traveled alone. Of course, the handsome daughter was only borrowed for the occasion."
From the hospital came the word that unfortunate David Pollard was resting comfortably.
"The scheme was one that was intended to put our whole party out of business," declared Jack Benson, his eyes shining savagely. "I won"t go so far as to say the Rhinds crowd wanted us killed, but they hoped we"d all be too badly hurt to go on with the submarine tests. Oh, what a rascally way to succeed in business!"
CHAPTER XIV
RADWIN DOESN"T SEE HIS BEST CHANCE
Late in the afternoon Farnum went up to the hospital to see David Pollard again.
As too many visitors would not be wise the shipbuilder represented, also, his young submarine officers. He left them in the lobby of the Somerset.
"Don"t go away from here," smiled Mr. Farnum, wearily. "Don"t let anybody coax you away from here. Just stay right here, and I won"t have to worry about you while I"m away. We can"t take any chances--can"t lose any more of our crowd."
"Those are orders, sir," Jack Benson answered. "You"ll be obeyed."
For the better part of an hour the boys remained where Farnum had left them.
Then something happened that brought the flush of anger to all their bronzed, honest young faces.
One of the outer doors opened, and Fred Radwin, catching sight of the submarine boys as he entered, hastened over to where they sat, a look of pretended sympathy on his handsome but snake-like face.
"Boys," he called, in a low voice, as all three rose as though to ward off blows, "it was only little while ago that I heard of the fearful accident. Poor Pollard! I want to tell you how heartily sorry I am to hear--"
"Stop right where you are, sir!"
Jack Benson"s voice thundered out. The young submarine captain did not realize that he was using even more than a quarter-deck tone. Everyone in the lobby turned to look on. A few, more curious than the others, hastened to where the little group stood.
"What--what do you mean?" stammered Fred Radwin, looking mightily bewildered.
"In the future, sir," and Jack"s voice barely fell, "do us the honor not to speak to us."
"What on earth--" protested Radwin.
"If you don"t heed my request," Jack continued, angrily, "I don"t believe I shall be able to curb my desire to land both fists in your face."
Radwin drew back before the darkening, menacing glare in the eyes of the young submarine captain.
Hal, however, turned white--though from a cause that few would have guessed.
"Hold on, Benson! One moment--" protested Fred Radwin.
"Oh, get out of my sight, this instant," quivered Jack, taking another step toward his enemy.
Before all the curious throng Fred Radwin, strangely enough, felt too abashed, for the moment, to persist in his expressions of surprise.