So the three submarine boys strolled across [pg 048] the shipyard. Just as they were passing through the gate a man of middle height and seemingly about thirty years of age quickened his pace to reach them.
“Is this shipyard open nights?” he queried.
“Only to some employees,” Jack answered.
“I suppose Mr. Farnum isn't about?”
“No.”
“Captain Benson?”
“Benson is my name.”
“This letter is addressed to Mr. Farnum,” went on the stranger, “but Mr. Pollard told me I could hand it to you.”
Captain Jack took the letter from the unsealed envelope.
“My dear Farnum,” ran the enclosure, “since you're short a good machinist for the engine room of the 'Farnum,' the bearer, Samuel Truax, seems to me to be just the man you want. I've examined him, and he understands the sort of machinery we use. Better give him a chance.” The note was signed in David Pollard's well-known, scrawly handwriting.