Mr. Pollard. "Well, he can't get near the boat. Partridge took the
precaution of getting the keys back from Owen yesterday afternoon,
when the fellow went to get paid off. But as for his threats against
you--"

"It will be just as well to look out for the fellow, Benson, and you,
too, Hastings," put in young Mr. Farnum, who happened to be aboard.
"Owen is an ugly fellow, and a powerful one, and I imagine he possesses
a certain amount of rough brute courage."

"I'm not afraid of him, sir," replied Jack, coolly. "At the same
time, of course, I'll keep my eyes open."

"Owen probably can't hang around Dunhaven very long, anyway," continued
the owner of the yard. "I don't believe he has very much saved. Of
course, he can't get any work in his line in Dunhaven, now that this
yard is closed to him. So look out for a day or two, and, after that,
I guess he'll be gone."

"I'll keep my eye open, but I shan't lose any rest," smiled young
Benson, confidently--too confidently, as the sequel proved.

Work was now proceeding at a rapid rate. Andrews was an ideal foreman,
quiet, alert, watchful and understanding his trade thoroughly. He was
something of a driver, as to speed, but workmen do not resent that if
the one in authority be just and capable.

"I wish we had had you as foreman from the start, Andrews," remarked
the inventor.