"But I feel," remonstrated Jack, "that it's soon going to rain foreign
agents. I'd like to get in out of the international wet."

"Oh, we won't see any more of these fellows," smiled Hal.

"Now, there's just where I believe you're wrong, messmate," Jack
contended. "These foreign governments hire detectives to watch each
other. When we hear from one, we're likely to hear from the whole lot
at once. Look around you, Eph. Do you see a Jap anywhere?"

"Not a solitary jiu-jitsu fiend," responded Eph, after halting and
staring both ways in turn along the street.

"Well, Japan is about due," laughed Benson. "And now, let's get in
through the gate of the shipyard. If any more of these foreign agents
show up--well, there are two boats in the harbor that are in commission.
We'll find an excuse to put to sea in one of them."

"Just the youngsters I was going out to try to find," hailed Grant
Andrews, foreman of the submarine construction work, as he hurried
across the yard. "Mr. Farnum told me to get out and find you. He'd
have sent some one else, but I guess the business is rather on the
quiet."

"Is he in his office?" queried Jack.

"Yes."

"Thank you; we'll go right in, then."