rner of the house and
dumped in the bottom of a shabby old delivery wagon. A canvas was pulled
over him, concealing him from any chance passer. Then the mulatto ran
around to the seat, picking up the reins and starting the horse.
It seemed like a long drive to the boy, though Benson was certainly in no
position to judge time accurately. At last the team was halted, along a
stretch of road in a deep woods. The mulatto lifted the submarine boy out
to the ground.
"Now, w'en yo's got yo' se'f free, yo' can take de road in dat
direckshun," declared the fellow, pointing. "Bimeby yo' come in sight ob
de town. Now, Marse Benson, w'at happen to yo' las' night am all in de
co'se ob a lifetime, an' Ah hope you ain't got no bad feelin's. Yo'
suttinly done learn somet'ing new in de way ob tricks. Good-bye, sah, an'
mah compliments to yo', Marse Benson."
With that the guide of the night before swiftly cut the cords at Jack's
wrists, then as swiftly leaped to the seat of the wagon, whipping up the
horse and disappearing in a cloud of dust.
Jack, having now no knife, and the bonds about his ankles being tied with
many hard knots, spent some precious minutes in freeing his feet. At last
he stood up, fire in his eyes.
"Oh, pshaw! There's no sense in trying to run after that rascal and his
wagon," decided the young submarine skipper. "I haven't the slightest idea
what direction he took after he got out of sight, and--oh, gracious! I'm
under orders to be aboard the 'Farnum' at eight this morning. And on Mr.
Farnum's business, at that!"
Clenching his hands vengefully, Jack started along in the direction
pointed out by his late captor. Brisk walking wore some of the edge off
his great wrath. Catching a comprehensive glimpse of himself, Jack could
not keep back a grim laugh.
"Well, I certainly am a dandy to spring myself on the trim and slick Naval
Academy!" he gritted. "What a treat I'll be to the cadets! That is, if the
sentry ever lets me through the gate into the Academy grounds."
As he hurried along, Jack Benson decided that he simply could not go to
the Naval Academy presenting any such grotesque picture as he did now. Yet
he had no money about him with which to purchase more presentable clothes
in town. So he formed another plan.
Within a few minutes he came in sight of Annapolis. Hurrying on faster, he
at last entered the town. The further he went the more painfully conscious
the boy became of the ludicrous appearan
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