"You asked me a question," growled back young Benson, "and I answered
you. If it doesn't suit you, don't ask any more questions."

Gaston regarded the boy with a still more sinister look.

"I think, Captain," continued the chauffeur, "that a little pain--will
have a good effect in disciplining you."

Jack Benson did not reply.

"Come, now! Let us see if any of your hair will stay in your scalp?"
proposed the Frenchman. "Yet, first of all, boy, have you anything to
say that will stop me?"

"If I had, I'd say it," muttered the submarine boy, ruefully.

"Then you might give me that message I asked for."

"Is that all that will stop you?" demanded Jack.

"Yes. All."

"Then go ahead with whatever you have in mind," retorted Jack. "As long
as my sane mind stays by me I shall never betray the Pollard secrets to
any other government!"

"Let us see, then!"

Once more Gaston fastened the long, sinewy fingers of each hand in the
submarine boy's hair. He began to tug, gently at first, but gradually