So, when the Pollard submarine party
came ashore that evening, none of them gave much thought to Radwin.
Farnum led his young friends, as heretofore, to the Somerset House.
"We might possibly meet Rhinds in the lobby, or in the dining room,"
said the shipbuilder, "but I don't deem it likely. Rhinds is undoubtedly
keeping hid within his own walls upstairs."
This guess proved to be a good one. Farnum and his friends dined at the
Somerset without being offended by a sight of the face of their rival
in business.
A special waiter was stationed to head off reporters or other curious
people who might attempt to interview the submarine diners. So the meal
proceeded in peace, though it was rather late when the diners finished.
"Whew! Nearly nine o'clock," muttered Farnum, glancing up at a big
clock on a near-by wall. "And I haven't been out to the hospital,
to-day, to see how Dave is coming along."
"Would it do to telephone, and ask the hospital people to let Mr.
Pollard know you had inquired?" suggested Hal.
"Don't just like that idea," replied Mr.
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