"Well, what can you do to stop the boys on the Pollard boats?" demanded
Rhinds, unbelievingly.

"I can stop them from being on hand at the next tests. Or else I can
attend to them so that they'll be of very little use, anyway."

"Bah! You're dreaming, Fred! The boys were too smart for you last time;
Now that they're on their guard, don't you realize they'd be harder
than ever to catch."

"Jack Benson and his friends don't know that I was behind what happened
last night," retorted Radwin. "Besides, if they're on their guard, now,
so am I. I know them to be smarter than I first thought, so I shall
spread a deeper, tighter net for them. John Rhinds, you shall win the
rest of the submarine tests. At least, the Pollard boats won't win!"

Radwin talked so confidently that John Rhinds began to look at him more
hopefully.

"What are you going to do, Fred?" the wretch inquired, at last.

"I'm going on shore--now."

"Everybody will know, if you call a boat at this hour of the night."

"Bosh! You and I are both going on shore--back to the Somerset House.
Anything very strange about that?" demanded Radwin. "We're tired out
from the day's cruise, and want to be off the water. So we're going to
the Somerset. We'll drift in, get something to eat, and then start
upstairs. You can hardly go to sleep, Rhinds, but I shall start out