CHAPTER XII
LET A SAILOR STICK TO HIS DECK
It was after midnight when the "Benson," first in, went to her moorings.
Grant Andrews and two of his men came on board, to stand guard over the little sea-terror.
It was after one in the morning when the Seawold craft strayed into port.
A little later came the "Chelsea" and the remaining submarine rivals, for the gunboat had stood by the slower ones in case aid of any sort was needed.
As the "Zelda" came to her moorings in the inky blackness John C. Rhinds stepped out upon her platform deck. Rhinds, after his disappointment, looked like a very old man. He paced back and forth, moodily, until his captain and crew had gone below. Then Rhinds turned, with a half snarl, when Fred Radwin, after lighting a cigar, stepped outside.
"Feeling glum?" asked Radwin, stupidly, as he gazed at his chief.
"A fool question that!" snapped the older man.
"It is, rather," admitted the younger man.
"Radwin, you"re an idiot!"
"Thank you!"
"You told me you had those three Pollard boys taken care of--"canned"
was the word you used. Yet, the first thing we saw, when we me out on the harbor, was those same boys, looking their finest. And they went into today"s affair and beat us. We"ve lost the speed and endurance test."
"Those boys were trapped, all right," protested Radwin, in a low tone.
"I can"t begin to imagine how they ever got loose again."
"They got loose because you"re a fool!" raged the older man.
"I"m good-natured, Mr. Rhinds" cried Radwin, an ugly gleam coming into his eyes, "but I don"t stand everything. You"ll need me yet so you"ll do well to keep a civil tongue behind your teeth!"
"Stop that! Don"t try any mighty airs on me!" quivered Rhinds.
"Oh, blow off your steam, quietly, and then become reasonable," yawned Fred Radwin. "First thing you know, you"ll really make an enemy of me, and then the trick will be done, Rhinds. For you need me. Just now, you need me worse than you ever did in your life before."
"Need you?" sneered the other. "What for?"
"Well, for one thing, there are other tests ahead of the submarine boats."
"Can you win any of those tests?" jeered Rhinds, harshly.
"No; but I can do what will, perhaps, be the next best thing. I can stop the boys aboard the Pollard craft from being on hand to put their boat through all its paces. All you need is to have the Pollard end blocked. You can more than hold your end against the other submarines."
"Well, what can you do to stop the boys on the Pollard boats?" demanded Rhinds, unbelievingly.
"I can stop them from being on hand at the next tests. Or else I can attend to them so that they"ll be of very little use, anyway."
"Bah! You"re dreaming, Fred! The boys were too smart for you last time; Now that they"re on their guard, don"t you realize they"d be harder than ever to catch."
"Jack Benson and his friends don"t know that I was behind what happened last night," retorted Radwin. "Besides, if they"re on their guard, now, so am I. I know them to be smarter than I first thought, so I shall spread a deeper, tighter net for them. John Rhinds, you shall win the rest of the submarine tests. At least, the Pollard boats won"t win!"
Radwin talked so confidently that John Rhinds began to look at him more hopefully.
"What are you going to do, Fred?" the wretch inquired, at last.
"I"m going on sh.o.r.e--now."
"Everybody will know, if you call a boat at this hour of the night."
"Bosh! You and I are both going on sh.o.r.e--back to the Somerset House.
Anything very strange about that?" demanded Radwin. "We"re tired out from the day"s cruise, and want to be off the water. So we"re going to the Somerset. We"ll drift in, get something to eat, and then start upstairs. You can hardly go to sleep, Rhinds, but I shall start out again, on the sly, and go to find some handy people I know in the little city of Colfax. So that"s settled, and I"ll signal for the boat now."
Jack and his comrades slept on the "Benson" that night. For one thing, they felt so tired, after the day"s long strain, that they really lacked the desire even to go to larger, softer beds on sh.o.r.e. So they awoke in the morning feeling as fresh as sea-larks should.
"There are no tests on for to-day, and nothing to be done on board, except to clean the engines," spoke Jacob Farnum over the breakfast table in the little cabin. "So, youngsters, we"ll go ash.o.r.e and refresh ourselves. Grant"s men will clean the engines. That"s what they"re really here for."
"Don"t you think it would be wiser, sir, to remain on board?" smiled Captain Jack. "As you will remember, we found the sh.o.r.e rather too lively the last time we were there."
"Things happened because you boys got out of our sight," chuckled the shipbuilder, quietly. "That"s the point. What you youngsters need is a brace of guardians. So, while you"re to go on sh.o.r.e, Dave and I will go along, and you"re not to get out of our sight. Remember that."
"We"ll be safe, then," nodded Eph, sagely. "I surely do want to stretch my legs, and take a yawn or two where a sea-gull won"t flap down my throat."
Of course, the idea of going on sh.o.r.e really appealed to all hands. So, half an hour later, a sh.o.r.e boat put off with them all, leaving Grant and his men still in charge.
"I wonder what the next test is going to be?" asked Jack.
"I shall have to refer you to the members of the naval board, and they won"t tell until this evening," replied Mr. Farnum. "That"s one of their rules--no news until the evening before. That prevents too much time being spent in preparation. One of the objects of these tests is to find out how well the different types of submarines can do things on short notice."
"That"s right," nodded Captain Jack, thoughtfully. "Really, when you come to think of it, submarine torpedo boats are short notice craft anyway."
"And, best of all, with no notice whatever to the enemy," broke in Eph.
"In future wars it"s going to give a good deal of comfort to a fellow to think that he serves on a submarine, instead of on a battleship."
"Where are you going to stop on sh.o.r.e, Jake?" inquired Pollard.
"At the Somerset," responded Mr. Farnum.
"Then we"re likely to run into that Rhinds-Radwin crowd."
"We can stand it, if they can," replied Farnum, compressing his lips grimly. "Our consciences are cleaner than theirs."
Indeed, in pa.s.sing from the lobby to the breakfast room, where the Pollard party intended to take coffee, Messrs. Rhinds and Radwin were encountered just as they were coming out.
"Ah, good morning, gentlemen," hailed John C. Rhinds, halting and holding out his hand. Fred Radwin, too, beamed cordially upon the enemy.