straight at the submarine boy, who wheeled and darted on toward hotel.

"Don't run, you coward!" came the flying taunt.

Just then Jack Benson fell, though he did it on purpose. Straight in
the path of the irate Englishman the submarine boy dropped, curling
himself up.

It was too late for Drummond to halt, or to change his course. He
tripped over prostrate young Benson, then lurched forward landing on
his face.

Up sprang Jak Benson, planting two sterling good kicks.

"You beast! Wait until I get up!" roared the victim, in a voice like
a bull's bellow.

"What's the matter here?" demanded an astonished voice, and Mr. Trotter,
after a short dash, bounded through the darkness, arriving on the scene
just as Drummond was getting up.

"This fellow--" began Jack.

"'Fellow'?" broke in Drummond, angrily.

"This fellow," Jack continued, calmly, "accused me of causing Miss
Peddensen's arrest, and promised to brain me."

"Too bad you've allied yourself with that young woman," muttered Mr.
Trotter looking keenly into the Englishman's face.