he saw that photograph," laughed Mr. Pollard. "It was a look of
complete, incredulous amazement."

"I'm sorry for the wretch's family," sighed Mr. Farnum. "However, if
Owen clears out promptly, and stays away from this part of the country,
I'll give him an opportunity for a new chance."

Then the work went on again. Even with the thorough examination of the
sea-valve that had been, tampered with, there was not so much to be
done, for this was the last day of the work. On the morrow Dunhaven
was to be more or less alive, for the "Pollard" was to be launched
then. Many visitors, including a swarm of newspaper men, were expected.
An officer of the United States Navy was also booked to be present, to
witness the launching, and to note how the "Pollard" might sit on the
water afterwards.

Before four o'clock the last stroke of work had been done. Mr. Farnum,
the anxious, inventor, the foreman and the others went all over the
submarine marine craft, inside and out, locking for any detail of the
work that might have been slighted.

"It's all done--finished," cried David Pollard, nervously.

"And, Mr. Andrews, you'll have a real guard here to-night to help you
keep watch," announced Jacob Farnum. "We've heard the last of Owen,
without a doubt, but we won't take a single chance to-night. Now, men,
all be here at seven in the morning, ready for work. The launching
is to be at ten o'clock, but at the last moment we may find that
something needs overhauling. Now, you've all worked hard and
faithfully." "Here's a little present for each of you, with much more