along. Our employer will be highly interested in it."

It was dusk by the time that Benson reached the platform deck. After
a few moments he succeeded in hailing a harbor boat. Yet it was quite
dark by the time that Captain Jack stepped on shore.

Instead of going around by the road Jack decided to cross the grounds.
As he was walking briskly toward the hotel, an athletic-looking young
man stepped out suddenly, from behind of the big trees, blocking the
submarine boy's path.

"Good evening, Mr. Drummond," Jack hailed, quietly.

"Now, you halt and stand right where you are," retorted the Englishman,
nervously handling a heavy walking stick that he carried. "I don't know
whether it's going to be a good evening for you, or not, young man. Do
you know that your cursed meddling has resulted in the arrest of a most
estimable young woman?"

"Who?" asked Jack, coolly.

"Miss Peddensen," replied Drummond, angrily.

"Oh, I guess the secret service men know what they're about," said Jack
somewhat sarcastically.

"And I know what I'm about, too!" roared the enraged Drummond, raising
his cane, wrathfully. "Benson, you young sneak, I'm going to brain you!"