"Yes, sir."

"Then I believe we'll all come on board."

"I--I am sorry, sir." Jack hesitated. "If anyone but Mr. Farnum comes
aboard I shall show nothing. Later on, when Mr. Farnum and I have talked
this matter over--"

"Are you going to stand for this boy's nonsense, Farnum?" broke in the
capitalist, angrily.

"I guess I shall have to," responded the builder, with the pronounced
drawl which, with him, was a sign that he was close to inward anger.
"Mr. Melville, I must beg you to remember that the secret, whatever it
is, belongs, so far, to Captain Benson. You may not approve, but I
think he is wholly right in this instance."

The capitalist bowed stiffly. He and his son remained on the shore as
Farnum embarked with his young employe. They were soon on board the
"Pollard," which was not long in sinking. Then, after a few minutes,
Jack's head once more shot above the water. The shore boat was waiting,
and again dropped the anchor close to where the boy had come up. Jack
stood in the boat for a few minutes, taking in deep breaths and sunning
his wet skin. Then, for the second time, he dived below the surface.

Five minutes afterward the "Pollard" was at the surface and moving back
to her moorings. Mr. Farnum and Captain Jack returned to the shore.
The boatbuilder's face was glowing with delight.