So, ere three hundred feet had been covered, the young submarine boy
made a flying leap that carried him onto the shoulders of the fugitive
down went both to earth.
"Now, hold quiet, will you, or shall I have to pummel your face out of
any human likeness?" demanded Jack.
"Oh, Jack! Jack Benson! That you?" shouted the wondering voice of
Jacob Farnum.
"Yes, and I've got some fellow who's masquerading in _our_ uniform!" yelled
Captain Jack.
Jacob Farnum had succeeded in hurling Don Melville away from him, and
now the all but exhausted boatbuilder came through the forest with
lumbering steps.
All of a sudden the downed fugitive began to fight, and Jack was forced
to be strenuous.
"Here, let me take him. I'll quiet him," promised Jacob Farnum, grimly.
That gentleman was in a state of mental maze over the sight of what at
first appeared to be two Jack Bensons fighting each other; Yet the
incident gave him evidence that there was something unusual in this
night's appearances. Without any difficulty, now, he separated the
real from the false Jack, and promptly laid hands on the latter.
Don Melville's face was now a sickly white, but he felt that he had to
act on the instant.
"Here, let that fellow go," he ordered, darting up, his eyes blazing.
"Get back there! Stand away! Hands off!" roared the submarine boy,
facing young Melville and sending him back by a blow in the chest.
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