the Japanese quietly took those belonging to Mr. Farnum and Captain
Benson.

"Most sorry I have not three hands, honorable officer," Kamanako assured
Hal Hastings.

There were always plenty of shore boats at Spruce Beach. Just now, on
account of the visit of the submarine, there appeared to be more of the
small craft than usual. So the submarine party had no difficulty in
finding transportation at once. Looking out into the harbor they beheld
the "Benson," surrounded by more than a score of rowboats containing
sight-seers. Eph Somers, backed by Williamson, stood on the platform
deck, doggedly driving away people who wanted to come on board. Yet
Eph kept wholly good-natured about it, for he could quite appreciate the
curiosity of the sight-seers.

As this last boat from shore made its way, through the concourse of
boats Jack heard a sudden, joyous hail in a woman's voice.

"Oh, here he is--my gallant young captain."

"Mlle. Nadiboff!" ejaculated Jack, under his breath.

Jacob Farnum turned his head away for an instant, but the young captain
heard the unmistakable sound of a chuckle from the shipbuilder.

Kamanako turned his mild eyes inquiringly in the direction of the
handsome young woman, as though he wondered who she might be.

"Good morning, Mademoiselle," was Jack's greeting, as he courteously