That would have laid the whole
shipyard flat. In fact, after the torpedoes went up, there wouldn't have
been much left of any part of Dunhaven!"
"Gr--great Hercules!" gasped the machinist, his face now losing every
vestige of color.
Then, after a moment:
"With so much sky-high trouble stored in that shed, you should have a
sign up."
"There is one, on the door," replied Captain Jack. "But the door
happened to be swung open, so that you couldn't see it. Yet I guess
you're the only one in all Dunhaven who didn't know what the shed
contains."
"And how does the little town like the idea!" demanded Williamson,
beginning to smile as his color slowly returned.
"Why, the people can't expect to have very much to say," Jack replied.
"We have a permit to store the explosive, and it's at the request of the
United States Government. You're not afraid to be near so much rockety
stuff are you?"
Williamson gazed at the young skipper reproachfully.
"Now, what have I ever done, Captain, or what have I failed to do, that
should make you think me only forty per cent.
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