"Who's torpedoing us?"
But, at that instant, Jack Benson received a more genuine shock.
For the left-hand door of the vehicle was wrenched suddenly open. In
the doorway appeared the white, ugly, desperate face of Fred Radwin!
Without a word, Radwin threw himself forward, making a leap into the
carriage.
CHAPTER XXII
A CORNERED SUBMARINE CAPTAIN
"You--get--out!"
Quick as thought Jack Benson raised his left foot, planting it, as
vigorously as his sitting position allowed, against the ribs of Fred
Radwin.
That worthy, one foot on the sill, and bent in the act of entering fell
back, going in a heap to the sidewalk.
Benson fairly hurled himself through the open door in his need of
reaching the sidewalk in time.
He stood, now waiting for a second or so.
Then Fred Radwin jumped up, prepared to grapple with this young foeman.
But Jack was ready for that. He had ready a handy sailor jab--a
short-arm blow with the fist that sent Radwin once more to the sidewalk.
Then, as scientific boxing rules were not called for in an encounter of
this kind, Jack followed up his advantages with two severe kicks.
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