of it. He said
contemptuously:

"Having helped a deserving young man to escape from jail, you'll probably
put him on the 'Pollard.'"

Don flushed angrily and turned to the coachman, a brutal looking fellow.

"Johnson, chastise the young puppy!"

Johnson jumped down and raised his whip.

"Give it to them both!" yelled Don.

Just then Grant Andrews, the foreman in the submarine shed, having come
up in time to hear and see what was taking place, sprang between the
boys and the coachman. He crashed his fist into the man's face, and
thus disposed of him, then grabbed the whip and brought it down on Don
Melville's shoulders.

"Oh, you'll pay for this!" yelled Don.

"Then I may as well get the most out of it," retorted Andrews, and again
brought down the whip, this time coiling it around Don's legs.

Don, seeing a grinning crowd about them and stinging with physical pain
and humiliation, turned and sprang into the carriage. Johnson was
already there, and they hurried away.

"Grant Andrews! Who would have thought it of you!" exclaimed Hal.

"Sorry I did it, boys?" and the flush on Andrews' face subsided and a
grin came to his lips. He was usually an easy-going man, but when
aroused he could act.

"We-ll, no," admitted Jack, while Hal laughed. "But come on; let's get
out of this crowd."

It was several days after this affair that Mr. Pollard, who was on the
submarine, got a message from Mr. Partridge, the superintendent of the
yard. The message read:

"Mr. Partridge begs Mr Pollard to come to the office at once."

"I'll go, Jack. But I'm weary and may need support. Come with me, will
you?"

On entering the outer office the two found the bookkeeper and the
stenographer.

"Mr. Partridge is in the inner office with two men, Mr. Pollard," said
the stenographer. "If you need me, I shall be right here."

Mr. Partridge was sitting at Mr. Farnum's unopened desk when the man
and the boy entered. Mr. Melville and a man Jack soon learned was a
lawyer were sitting facing him. Mr. Partridge rose and gave his chair
to Mr. Pollard.

"Mr. Melville insisted on seeing me, Mr. Pollard, and I thought best to
send for you," said the superintendent.

Without greeting the financier snapped out:

"Where is Farnum, Pollard?"

"Why do you wish to know?"

"I have a claim against him on an overdue bill."

"I didn't know that Mr. Farnum had any dealings with you," was the
quiet reply.

"I bought this bill of Ri