At any other time this all would have meant to Jack Benson that he was still an officer in the Navy. Just now, however, it meant that Millard was at large, and Benson had a strong notion that it would yet fall to the lot of the submarine boys to put that wretch where he belonged.
CHAPTER XIX
JACK'S CALLER AT THE UNITED SERVICE CLUB
"Ho-ho! Haw-haw! Woof!"
Eph found himself started again, the very instant the boys found themselves in the lower corridor of the building.
"Let him alone," uttered Jack, scornfully. "The poor fellow had better work it all out of his system."
"But, Hal, your face—when the policeman took you, on Millard's complaint!" sputtered Somers, next going off into another burst of laughter.
"It didn't seem funny, at the time," returned Hal Hastings, quietly.
"Ho-ho! Haw! Of course, not. Say, Hal, can you do me a tremendous favor? Can you look, just for a moment, the way you did when that blue-coat pinched you?"
Hal began to laugh, despite the fact that his loss of Millard still rankled under his quiet outside.