through with us for the present."

"You may take my word for it," snapped Mr. Melville. "Go!"

The submarine boys paid no heed to him.

"The impudent young beggars," sneered Don Melville. "Low-born, and no
manners!"

Jack Benson turned, fixing his gaze upon Don's face Jack's look was full
of contempt, though he spoke no word.

"Don't try any impudent airs on me," warned Don, flushing, then paling,
as his fists doubled.

"Mr. Melville," broke in Jacob Farnum, returning, while David Pollard
remained where he was, looking out of the window, "I think we can cut
this scene very short. In the first place, in joining us, you demand
that we treat with utter injustice bright young employees who have been
extraordinarily faithful and devoted."

"You will soon come to see the need of that," replied the capitalist,
with a light wave of his hand.

"We do not see it," replied Farnum. "Nor do we intend to. Further, we
are disturbed by what you have made only too plain, that you intend to
get complete control of this business, and make Pollard and myself
merely subordinates in the affairs here."

"Not as bad as that," protested the capitalist, with a smile. "Of course,