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“You Are Not Likely to Be of Any Use Here.”
Down Dropped the Bag.
Eph Raced After Jack, Barking at Him.






CHAPTER I: THE PRIZE DETAIL


“The United States Government doesn’t appear very anxious to claim its
property, does it, sir?” asked Captain Jack Benson.

The speaker was a boy of sixteen, attired in a uniform much after the
pattern commonly worn by yacht captains. The insignia of naval rank were
conspicuously absent.

“Now, that I’ve had the good luck to sell the ’Pollard’ to the Navy,”
responded Jacob Farnum, principal owner of the shipbuilding yard, “I’m not
disposed to grumble if the Government prefers to store its property here
for a while.”

Yet the young shipbuilder—he was a man in his early thirties, who had
inherited this shipbuilding business from his father—allowed his eyes to
twinkle in a way that suggested there was something else behind his words.