Mr. Farnum had left a call for eight o'clock in the morning. It was
about twenty minutes later that Farnum and Pollard knocked loudly on
the door of the room occupied by Rhinds.
"Well?" demanded Mr. Rhinds, opening the door, and appearing, minus coat
and vest. "Ah, good morning, gentlemen. Going down to breakfast? I'll
be ready in a few moments."
"Breakfast--nothing!" retorted Jacob Farnum, sharply. "Our young men
are missing. We went to their rooms this morning, and could get no
answer. We've had their doors opened with pass-keys--our three young
submarine officers haven't been in their beds all night long!"
John C. Rhinds allowed his face to express more surprise than concern
over this news.
"Oh, well," he remarked, "boys will be boys, you know--especially when
they're sailors."
"Our boys are not that sort," retorted Mr. Farnum, sharply. "They are
not hoodlums or racketers."
"Then of course you'll find 'em safe on one of your boats," proposed Mr.
Rhinds, innocently. "Just two minutes, and I'll go down to breakfast
with you.
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