"This is dramatic--and suicidal," said Mr. Melville, haughtily.
"You take it too seriously," replied the boatbuilder, with a slight smile. "It is only good morning."
"You"re a fool, Farnum!" came the answer as Mr. Melville, in a rage, halted just inside the door. "And I warn you that, if we leave here, now, we shall not return, no matter how changed your att.i.tude may become later. Have you any answer to that, sir?"
"Good morning," replied Jacob Farnum, with another courteous bow.
Stiffly, snorting but without words, George Melville walked out of the office, across the outer office, and out into the yard.
In the private office the three submarine boys stood as though riveted to the floor. They were astounded, and knew not what to say. They were overjoyed, but incapable of expressing any word of the grat.i.tude that filled their young hearts.
David Pollard walked to a chair, dropping into it and studying the ceiling.
As for the boatbuilder, he stepped briskly across the room, pulling open the door of a cupboard. Taking out a broom, he began to sweep very carefully where the Melville group had sat or stood, and continued his sweeping across the threshold of the doorway. Then, returning, he tossed the broom into the cupboard. Stepping springily over, he dropped into his desk chair, letting out a hearty laugh.
"Well, that"s over with, and a narrow escape," he announced.
"But you couldn"t quite sweep all their dirt out after them," declared David Pollard, looking up with a smile.
"What do you think of that crowd, boys?" asked Jacob Farnum, cheerily.
"I"m not giving much thought to them, sir," Jack replied, adding warmly: "But we fellows, Mr. Farnum, simply can"t think of words that will express how we appreciate the splendid way Mr. Pollard and yourself have stood up for us."
Jacob Farnum eyed the boys quizzically, then turned to the young captain of the submarine to inquire:
"Wouldn"t you stand by me in anything? Wouldn"t you yell for this yard and its product with your last gasp? Answer me."
"Why, of course we would," Jack Benson admitted.
"Then I take just offense, if you expect me to be any less of a man than yourself," declared Farnum, with a pretense of anger.
"The same sentiment puts me on record," chuckled David Pollard:
"Then let us forget the low comedy, the melodrama, or whatever it was,"
proposed the boatbuilder. "Let us get down to the regular business of the day. We want more money here, if we can get it on a fair and square basis. If we can"t, we"ll do our best to go along as we"ve been going.
And now, Jack, and the rest of you, Pollard and I have a few little things to whisper over."
CHAPTER V
DON MELVILLE TAKES A HAND
"Are we at liberty to go up into the village, sir?" asked Jack Benson, pausing at the door.
"Fun?" demanded the boatbuilder, regard them with a dry smile.
"Yes, sir," Jack nodded. "That is, the kind of fun we find in our work.
We want to get some metal, a few tools and other things, to rig up something that we think may serve well aboard the "Pollard.""
"Run right along then," rejoined Mr. Farnum. "Get a bill for whatever you spend at the toolshop and turn the bill in as expense account."
"Thank you. Good morning, sir."
"Say, did you ever see that beat?" demanded Eph, all aglow with enthusiasm, as the boys stepped across the yard. "My, but didn"t Mr.
Farnum call the trick with those fellows?"
"We"ve been doing a heap of useless worrying over what Don Melville let drop the other day, haven"t we?" asked Hal, quietly.
"Fellows," stated Captain Jack, earnestly, "as long as we work for this pair of men I"m never going to be uneasy again over anything but displeasing them. They"re bricks! They can count on us, every time!"
Up the street, a little way past the gate of the boatyard, the Melville party had halted to light cigars.
"I"m afraid, Melville," said one of the capitalist"s a.s.sociates, "you didn"t go at the matter with quite your usual tact. You showed your hand too soon. You came out a little to hard, just a little, too early in the proceedings.
"Pooh!" retorted the capitalist. "We"ll go to the hotel. Farnum will cool down soon enough, and realize what we represent to him. Inside of two hours he"ll have people out to find out whether we"ve left town.
Gentlemen, I don"t know but it might be a good idea for us actually to leave Dunhaven."
"An excellent idea," replied Lawyer Demarest, dryly, "for we shall only waste our time by remaining here."
"What do you mean?" questioned the capitalist, quickly.
"Farnum won"t send for us."
"He surely will, when he cools down."
"I"m positive that he won"t," a.s.serted the lawyer. "If I know anything about men Farnum will get along without us from now on."
"But he needs the money."
"He can get it, Melville, I am inclined to think," returned the man of the law.
"And we need the investment," continued George Melville. "Why, with my influential connections at Washington, and some other connections that I have, I can see a return of millions on our investment."
"You will never make the investment, as long as Jacob Farnum has the deciding word," insisted Mr. Demarest.
"I"m sure of that, too," added Mr. Faulkner.
"And all on account of those rascally boys!" uttered Don Melville, in a tone of disgust. "Isn"t it funny how some folks will cling to muckers?
Why, anyone would think that the fellow Benson and his chums are so necessary that the business couldn"t go on without them. They"re the--"
"Hush!" murmured the lawyer. "Here come the boys."
Jack and his mates were at this moment coming out of the yard. They had turned on the sidewalk, and started along ere they caught sight of the group ahead.
"There"s that infernal gang!" uttered Eph, wrathfully.