"He will," said Jack, dryly, "as soon as he can get away. At present
he's held down by force of circumstances."

"Get off my son, you impudent young upstart!" insisted George Melville,
aghast at the ignoring of his first order. "Don, get up this instant."

"Mr. Farnum gives all the orders here, so far as I'm concerned, Mr.
Melville," announced the submarine boy.

"Oh, let him up," said Farnum, dryly. "We know just where to find Don
Melville any time that we need him."

Jack got up willingly enough, then. But Don, as soon as he had recovered
some of his crumpled dignity, held out one hand imperiously.

"Give me that envelope you just took from my pocket," he commanded.

"Oh, will I?" rejoined Benson. "Ask Mr. Farnum for it."

"Hold onto that envelope, Jack," commanded the boatbuilder.

Jack Benson thrust it into his inner coat pocket, next firmly buttoning
the front of his coat. Don made a move forward, as though to prevent,
but drew back sullenly when he caught the flash of the submarine
captain's steady eyes.

"Did young Benson take anything from your pockets?" demanded George
Melville, stiffly.

"Yes, that envelope that he has just buttoned up in his own coat," said