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The Submarine Boys on Duty / Life on a Diving Torpedo Boat

Chapter 8 A SWIFT STROKE FOR HONOR

Word Count: 1750    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

the money clutched in his hands in a way that betra

down at his un

I hadn't done something like this you would. Oh, ye-eh, there's honor among thie

ok at all that money, before thrusting it deep d

y, of Jack Benson. "But maybe ye've framed up some kind of a yarn that yer boss, Farnum, wil

his overcome uncle, kneeling beside the

se his chum had striven many times through the night to free their wrists of the cords that bound them. Jack was the first to succeed, at a c

of being tied up. Yet the boy knew that he must quickly restore circul

decisive, conquering s

d it out, opened one of the blades, and Hal Hastings, who had been watching every move with breath

noise in their direction, turned slowly. By the time Jaggers had them within

uit. There was some swift stealthy toe-work. Just as Dan Jaggers turned more sharply Jack Benson hurled himself through the air, catchi

e-looking stick on the ground. He snatched it up with a single breathless

el, striking Dan a light bl

uit that!" screa

sternly. "And let go of Jack, or I

g chance, Dan cowered under the menace of that club

b me! I'll

s opponent's chest. "Remember, Dan, that there are two of us.

ay when you jumped up, Jack?" a

't you dare make any attempt to get up," ordered the submarine, boy, ri

silent signal, slipped back and picked up some of the slashed

, "you're not going to

htful owner," retorted Jack, tersely, as he commenced to tie the kno

ck, alone, was nearly a match for him. The two churns, act

e money," promised D

ll take it ourselves-and right now," he added, a

ad spent in Dunhaven the night before. However, the boys' own money, that had been taken from their pocke

I lose a good time," m

the cash again, set me

t leave me tie

ised him, grimly. "We

aven!" screa

unhaven,"

e to jail," protest

magine any other place that would be

dn't take me to Dunhaven, if I s

e sort," retorted Jack. "Now,

l pleading and protesting. Dan refused to start at the word, but a f

as they started. "Anyway, the matter of greatest importance is to del

sent to jail," declared Jaggers, earnestly. "Ye've a

, now, for we don't mean to have any nonsense. We've got to get through in time to send someone back for your uncle.", Despite the vigilance of both boys, Dan lagged all he could. As he ca

his strong wrists, managed to snap the cords

in the air, "mebbe ye think ye're goin' to take

ng in with the bully, but he drove them back. The boys were not prepared to do their enemy serious b

shouted, hoarsely. "But, if ye try to fight, then don't blame me for anyt

ully's guard for a clinch, so that Hal Hastings could finish the work of successful attac

tched overalls, a frayed flannel shirt and a much-used straw hat of the field variety. His hair, once brown, had many streaks of reddish tint in it, from long exposure to the sun. His face was brick-r

ted as soon as he caugh

fellow is a thief, and we're trying to get

d me, an' then ye'll j

"That won

nge his mind he felt himself clasped from behind, a pair of strong han

tered the victi

ad Dan Jaggers down, and held so closely that he could not stir. Benson produced another length

," acknowledged Jack, lo

stranger. "I know Dan Jaggers, and I'm w

are with ye for this,

growled t

unconcernedly. "I'm patient, you know, about su

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