Still, there was little realization, on his part, that he deserved all this, and more.
"Jack, my boy," muttered Jacob Farnum, looking up from a batch of morning newspapers in the cabin of the "Hastings," "You"ve been the means of stirring up a bigger hurricane than ever raged at sea."
"Are you sorry?" asked the young submarine captain, coolly.
"Well, considering my private opinion of Mr. John C. Rhinds, and my belief as to what he did--or tried to do--to us, I can"t say I"m deeply grieved," returned the shipbuilder.
Then time shipbuilder looked around him, at all three of the submarine boys, as he went on:
"Lads, we"ve been cramped up on this boat long enough, so I"m going to take you ash.o.r.e this evening. But remember--not a word to reporters, or to anyone else. If any one of you opens his mouth on this subject, I shall consider that young man no longer a friend of mine."
All this while Chief Ward, of the Colfax police department, was busily engaged in seeking tidings of the missing Fred Radwin. But Radwin, after entering that adjoining room, appeared to have been swallowed up.
Jack had heard, from the chief of police, of the disappearance of Radwin.
This was one feature of the story that the newspapers had as yet failed to discover. However, Ward believed that Radwin was now hundreds of miles away, and still traveling. So, when the Pollard submarine party came ash.o.r.e that evening, none of them gave much thought to Radwin.
Farnum led his young friends, as heretofore, to the Somerset House.
"We might possibly meet Rhinds in the lobby, or in the dining room,"
said the shipbuilder, "but I don"t deem it likely. Rhinds is undoubtedly keeping hid within his own walls upstairs."
This guess proved to be a good one. Farnum and his friends dined at the Somerset without being offended by a sight of the face of their rival in business.
A special waiter was stationed to head off reporters or other curious people who might attempt to interview the submarine diners. So the meal proceeded in peace, though it was rather late when the diners finished.
"Whew! Nearly nine o"clock," muttered Farnum, glancing up at a big clock on a near-by wall. "And I haven"t been out to the hospital, to-day, to see how Dave is coming along."
"Would it do to telephone, and ask the hospital people to let Mr.
Pollard know you had inquired?" suggested Hal.
"Don"t just like that idea," replied Mr. Farnum, shaking his head. "It doesn"t sound just like using Dave Pollard right. I"ll tell you what, however. I"ve been the only one to go out to the hospital, so far.
Dave always asks after the rest of you. Jack, suppose you take a hack and make the trip out. If they won"t let you see Dave at this hour, then inquire how he is getting along, and leave your card to be sent in to him. But, if you can see Dave Pollard, he"ll be delighted to have a look at your face. There"s a cab standing out in front of the hotel, and it won"t take you but a few minutes to get out to the hospital."
"Where"ll I find you?" asked Jack, rising at once.
"We"ll wait in the lobby of the hotel until you get back. Use the cab both ways."
There was, as Mr. Farnum had said, a cab outside the hotel. That cab, in fact, had been hanging about since just before dark.
Most of the time it stood drawn up at the curb on the opposite side of the street.
Three or four times, during the early evening, different persons had tried to engage the use of this cab.
Yet, to each prospective customer, the driver had shaken his head, uttering the one word:
"Engaged."
So the cab still waited, the driver occasionally moving to a somewhat new position, though always keeping well in sight of the hotel entrance.
As Captain Jack Benson stepped out through the broad doorway, however, on his errand of friendship, the driver, throwing away a half-smoked cigar, suddenly whipped up his horse, driving close to the entrance.
"Cab, sir" hailed the driver. "To any part of the city."
"You know where the hospital is?" inquired Jack Benson.
"Oh, yes."
"How long will it take to drive me there?"
"Ten or twelve minutes."
"All right. And I shall want you to wait there, a little while, and then bring me back. How much will that be?"
"Dollar and a half, sir."
"Go ahead," directed Jack, springing inside and pulling the door shut.
The only time Benson had been to the hospital before was on the morning of the accident.
At that time he had not noticed the road very closely. Now, at night, all looked so different to him that he had no idea whether or not he was being driven in the right direction. He left all that to the driver, as most people do when employing cabs.
"I"d like just a little peep-in at Rhinds tonight," thought Jack, as he settled back against the comfortable upholstery. "I reckon he knows, by this time, something of the way of the transgressor."
If the young submarine captain noticed anything at all of the way the driver was taking him, he saw only that the vehicle was rolling through a quiet, rather shabby, ill-lighted portion of the city.
Thus the cab went, down street after street, the horses moving only at the slowest trot.
"What this cab needs is one of our gasoline engines," thought Jack, lazily. Then, suddenly:
"No, sir! By gracious, no! That would make an automobile out of this old tub on wheels, and, until Mr. Pollard gets whole again, anyway, we"ve had enough of automobiles. One of our crowd in hospital, at a time, is plenty!"
Then there came a moment in which the cab stopped so suddenly that the young skipper was all but thrown from his seat.
"Gracious!" uttered the submarine boy. "Who"s torpedoing us?"
But, at that instant, Jack Benson received a more genuine shock.
For the left-hand door of the vehicle was wrenched suddenly open. In the doorway appeared the white, ugly, desperate face of Fred Radwin!
Without a word, Radwin threw himself forward, making a leap into the carriage.
CHAPTER XXII