Graham, the Washington correspondent.

To this Hal had contributed the little he was able to tell of Mlle.
Nadiboff's conduct.

"You will have to look to your young captain more closely after this,"
wound up Hennessy.

"Why?" questioned the shipbuilder.

"Even at this moment he is away in the company of that clever woman."

"Oh, he won't be cross with her," retorted Farnum, with an easy smile.
"Jack Benson is always courteous with women."

"But aren't you afraid your young captain will have his head turned by
her?" pressed the reporter.

"Who? Jack?" laughed Mr. Farnum. "Say, it's very plain you don't know
Jack Benson."

The shipbuilder, two of the submarine boys and the reporter were seated
by themselves at one end of the Hotel Clayton's big front veranda.

"Aren't you at all uneasy?" asked Hennessy.

"If I am," proposed the shipbuilder, "I'm going to cure my mental unrest
with luncheon. Won't you join us, Mr. Hennessy?"

If appetite were any guide, none of the submarine people felt the