There had been no more meetings, on shore, between the Rhinds party and
our friends. Radwin had hoped for such a meeting, for, as Hal had
predicted, the dark-faced rascal had soon reasoned out that it would be
an excellent thing to stop a few blows delivered by Captain Jack Benson.
But Farnum had kept his party on the "Benson" and the "Hastings."
"Fred, I wonder whether we are going to have any more tests," demanded
Mr. Rhinds, as he and his secretary lingered over their breakfast
at the Somerset.
"I wish I knew," sighed Radwin.
"We've been beaten, a few points, by that Pollard crowd," muttered
Rhinds, his face lowering. "But we're not altogether walloped, Fred.
The government is going to buy a good many submarine boats. Now, it
isn't necessary for the government to have the boats all of one type,
is it?"
"Of course not," Radwin assented.
"Just so," continued the older man, "now, we've made a pretty good
showing, after all. So I have already begun with some telegrams to the
Senators and Congressmen of our state--Oh, you mustn't feel that you
always have advance information on all I'm doing, young man," chuckled
Rhinds, noting the look of surprise in his companion's face.
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