"Not much risk of their finding me, now, even if they're wise at last,"
reflected the submarine boy, slowing down to an easier walk.
In all, Captain Jack must have gone nearly three-quarters of a mile from
the scene of his late confinement when something occurred that made him
fairly jump.
Ahead there came the sound of rapid steps. Then the sounds of a slight
scuffle, followed by Don Melville's undoubted tones, shouting:
"Run, Benson! He'll never catch you now!"
"How on earth does Don Melville know I'm here?" quivered Jack, stopping
short.
CHAPTER XII
THE CAPITALIST DOESN'T LIKE THE SITUATION
Someone was dashing through the woods straight at Jack Benson.
Almost immediately there came the yell, in baffled rage:
"Confound you, Don Melville! I'll settle with you for this!"
"That's Mr. Farnum's voice!" throbbed the real Jack, all agog with
wonder.
Immediately there dashed between the trees a panting boy in a uniform
identically like Benson's.
"That you, Hal?" shouted the real Jack.
"Yes," came a hoarse answer.
"What's wrong?"
"Run to Farnum--quick!"
"You're a liar, whoever you are!" retorted Jack, putting himself in
motion after the fugitive. "You're not Hal Hastings--nor yet Eph
Somers!"
The race was a spirited one. The fugitive ran splendidly, gamely, but
Jack Benson's wind had had a long rest, and now he was in the pink of
condition for sprinting.
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