CHAPTER XIX
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FORCED DOOR
It was nearly dark, on the day following, when the submarine flotilla made its way up Groton Bay.
As soon as the craft was at its moorings the "Hastings" was immediately lighter by the going of one passenger.
Jacob Farnum went post-haste to the hospital, to inquire after David
Pollard's condition.
The inventor was in a good deal of pain, yet cheerful. The surgeons reported that his broken bones were healing slowly.
The chauffeur, too, was coming along as well as was possible, though he had been much worse hurt than had the inventor.
Grant Andrews and his workmen were aboard the "Benson." Half of the party was now prepared to come aboard the "Hastings" whenever called.
"Going ashore, Jack?" inquired Eph Somers.
"Not before Mr. Farnum returns. Nor do I believe any of us had better go ashore, without his express permission, old fellow," Benson replied.
Three gentlemen who did go ashore almost immediately after arrival were the members of the naval board.
Soon after, an order came for the removal of all torpedoes from the Rhinds boats. After that the corporal's guard was relieved from duty aboard the "Thor."
"And thus ends that chapter of the story, I reckon," grimly ventured Jack, when he saw the gunboat's cutter convey the corporal's guard away from the Rhinds submarine.
Jacob Farnum came back in the early evening. Lieutenant Danvers was ashore, which left only the regular crew of the "Hastings" on board. Grant Andrews and his men mounted guard over the two Pollard boats through the night, which left the captain and crew free to sleep—which they did with a royal good will.
No orders came over from the naval board, which fact made it look as though no new tests would be required immediately.
The next forenoon, at about ten o'clock, Eph discovered that the Seawold boat was leaving her moorings. Young Somers watched that lesser rival start down the bay before he dropped below to report the fact to Benson.
"What can it mean?" wondered the young captain, going hastily on deck. "Is the Seawold craft going into some test that we're not asked to meet?"
"If so," ventured Hal Hastings, "why isn't one of the gunboats putting out to sea with her."
"Here's Lieutenant Danvers coming off shore," announced Somers. "Perhaps he'll have some news."
Danvers boarded the "Hastings," but the shore boat waited alongside.
"I'm not going to stay. Just dropped alongside for a moment," explained
Danvers.
"I thought maybe you were coming on board so that we could go out on some test," suggested Captain Jack.
"There are to be no tests to-day," replied Danvers.
"Then what's that craft of the Seawold Company doing down the bay by herself?" Benson inquired.
"By Jove, she's going to have company, too," declared Eph. "There goes the Blackson boat out."
"And, probably, you'll soon see the Griffith and Day craft get under way," smiled Lieutenant Danvers.
"What does it mean?" insisted Captain Jack.
"That's the news," replied the naval officer.
Jack waited, somewhat open-mouthed.
"The fact is," continued Lieutenant Danvers, "such tests as we have already had have been sufficient to eliminate four of the six contestants for the favor of the Navy Department. This morning Captain Magowan, as president of the board, received a telegram from the Navy Department to the effect that four of the submarine types had been outclassed. The contest now lies between the Rhinds and the Pollard boats."
"We've beaten the Rhinds boats, too," muttered Jack.
"Yes; though not by such large margins as to rule the Rhinds boats out of all consideration," replied Lieutenant Danvers.
"So the Rhinds boat is to be our rival in future tests—our only rival?" cried Jack, eagerly.
"Yes, and—not speaking as an official, Mr. Benson—I very much incline to the belief that you can go on beating any one of the three Rhinds submarines with either of the pair that you have here. But the point is that the national government may prefer to have two types of boats. It begins to look, as far as indications can point, as though the Secretary of the Navy has some idea of ordering some Pollard boats for the Navy, and also some Rhinds boats."
"I wonder if the Secretary of the Navy has heard anything about the nasty way in which the Rhinds outfit tried to sink us at sea day before yesterday?" muttered Captain Jack, half savagely.
"I imagine some word of the kind has gone on to the Navy Department," replied Danvers, "I really don't know though."
"That nasty trick ought to be enough to bar the Rhinds boats," grumbled
Captain Benson.
"But, you see, my dear fellow, there's just one trouble," answered the naval officer. "Think whatever you may please about the guilt of Rhinds, or of Radwin, or some one under them, but where's the proof. On search the 'Thor' was found to have the full number of torpedoes issued to her. Now, government departments must be guided by evidence."
"Humph!" sighed Jack. "As things have turned out, I'd sooner beat the
Rhinds crowd than all the other submarine crowds together."
"I hope you do," rejoined the Lieutenant. "However, my belief is that the government will order some of your company's boats, and some of the Rhinds craft. About the only question, really, is who gets the larger order—and how much larger."
Jacob Farnum had come from his stateroom, and had listened to this talk in silence.
"How do you feel about it, Mr. Farnum?" asked the naval officer.
"I shall have to be satisfied with whatever share of the business my company can secure, of course," replied the shipbuilder. "Yet we know, and so does everyone, that we have proved the Pollard type of boat to be better than its nearest rival."
"Well, success to you all, and the largest measure of it possible!" wished Lieutenant Danvers, rising and shaking hands warmly all around. "For my part, I'd like to see you get orders, at once, for fifty boats, leaving all your rivals out in the cold. And now I must go on over to the 'Oakland.'"
Messrs. Rhinds and Radwin were on shore, at the hotel, but they had received word of the departure of four of the rival boats, and knew the reason for that departure.
"This," cried John Rhinds, getting up and pacing the room, while he smoked fast, "is the stage at which the game gets on my nerves!"
"Yes," agreed Radwin, though he spoke rather lazily. "It's fine to have only one rival left in the field, but it's discouraging to know that we're number two, and that the other fellow holds number one rank. Rhinds, I wonder if we can really get an order for any of our boats from the government. I hope that we can, at least, get rid of the three that we have on hand."
"Three?" uttered the president of the Rhinds Submarine Company, scornfully. "I'm going to sell the government at least a dozen!"
As he spoke, he struck his clenched fists together angrily.
"How?" asked Radwin.
"And, on the strength of having the United States' order for a dozen boats, I'm certain then, of being able to place orders for two or three dozen more boats with foreign governments."
"How are you going to place the order for a dozen with the United States government?" insisted Fred Radwin.
"How? By the very simple method of getting all the Congressmen and
Senators of our state at work. Fred, I have just about all of the
Congressional delegation from our state pestering the Secretary of the
Navy until we get our order. The Congressmen from our own state will
be glad to see me get the business."
"Why?"
"Don't be a simpleton, Radwin! If we have to build a dozen submarines, we have to hire a lot of workmen, don't we? And I'm always careful to engage workmen who have votes. Besides, such a volume of business would turn loose a lot of new capital and wages in our part of the state. Oh, we can trust our Congressmen, Fred, to get us a big slice of this submarine business."
"I hope our miss-fire trick, out at sea day before yesterday, won't hurt our chances any," whispered Fred Radwin, musingly. "Why did you do that fool thing?" whispered Rhinds, with a dark look at his secretary.
"Why did I fail, you mean?" hissed Radwin. "Oh, don't try to throw any reproaches at me, now. You were willing enough to help me send that torpedo over at the 'Hastings.'"
"I can't understand how the torpedo missed," shivered Rhinds.
"Well, you were at the wheel," retorted Radwin in a low undertone. "You held the nose of the boat true enough, too, I guess, when I let the torpedo drive. But that infernal Jack Benson was on the watch, and he saw the thing coming. Of course he stopped his boat and put the reverse clutch on just in the nick of time. That young Benson always appears to be in the nick of time!"
"So much so," wavered John Rhinds, "that I'm beginning to feel decidedly superstitious about that young fellow. He'll land us, yet, in something, and ruin us."
"No, he won't!" hissed Radwin, sharply. "Benson hasn't landed us yet, has he? And he's not going to, either! I've one or two rods in pickle for that forward young scamp, and I'll serve him to a fare-you-well yet! Rhinds, I may yet find a way that will insure our getting all the submarine orders!"
"You're ingenious enough, I know, Fred," admitted the older man, in a worried voice. "I hope you'll win for us. It will be money enough in your pocket to satisfy even you, Fred. Still, I'm worried by the way your plans against Benson have already missed fire."
Out in the hallway, at that moment, they heard a voice that made them both start. The voice was not loud, but it was angry, determined, and carried well. It was the voice of a man sweeping aside the objections of a hotel servant.
"Don't tell me they're not in, you idiot!"
"The servant I paid to be on the lookout is trying to steer away some one that insists on seeing us," whispered Fred Radwin, listening intently.
"Neither of the gentlemen are in, I tell you, sir," replied the hotel servant, doggedly.
"Get out of the way, fellow! I know the number of their suite of rooms, and I'm going to it. I don't want to hurt you, fellow, but I'm the Chief of Police, and I mean to see Mr. Radwin without delay!"
"The Chief of Police!" gasped Radwin, feeling his knees weaken under him.
He and Rhinds stared uneasily at each other.
"You see him first," whispered Fred Radwin. "I've some things in my pockets that I wouldn't want the chief of police to find. Hold the police fellow by telling him I'll be right in."
With that Radwin slipped to the door of a connecting room in the suite. He passed through, closing the door noiselessly and slipping the key in the lock.
An instant later John Rhinds opened his door out into the hallway.
"Who is it to see us?" he called.
"It's I, Ward, time Chief of Police," replied the caller, stepping into the room. "You are Mr.—"
"Rhinds."
"I wish to see your Mr. Radwin. I have a message for him."
"Be seated, Chief," urged the rascal. "Mr. Radwin will be here in a moment."
"Where is Radwin now?" demanded the chief.
"In the next room. He'll be here in a moment."
"Did he go through that door?" asked Chief Ward.
"Yes."
"Then I'll see him at once," replied the official.
He stepped over and tried the knob of the door. Finding the bolt shot, Chief Ward promptly put his stalwart shoulder to the door. At the second bump the door yielded. Ward burst into the next room, then on to the third.
"Why did you trick me, Mr. Rhinds?" called the chief, angrily.
"I? Why—I—"
Radwin was not to be found.
The Chief of Police, angry at being baffled in his search for Radwin, went away declaring that he would have an order issued for the arrest of Rhinds as an accessory.