So John Rhinds's question was destined to have a prompt answer, even if of a kind different from what he had expected.
On the platform deck of the "Thor," as the cutter approached, stood several men whose faces expressed the utmost astonishment.
And again Rhinds inquired, this time with a little tremor in his voice:
"What's wrong gentlemen? What has happened?"
"We're coming aboard," retorted Captain Magowan. "Have your men stand by to catch our lines."
John Rhinds submitted, in silence, while the members of the board, the corporal's file of marine rifles and Lieutenant Danvers boarded the "Thor." But when Jack started to bring up the rear Rhinds's voice rose in angry protest.
"That young Benson fellow can't come aboard here!" cried the old man, his cheeks purple, his eyes aflame with anger. "Benson represents a rival submarine company!"
"If he represents a dozen companies, he's coming aboard this time," retorted Captain Magowan, coldly. "Corporal, see to it that no interference with Mr. Benson is attempted."
"Yes, sir," replied the corporal, saluting.
So Jack came aboard, and took his place quietly beside Lieutenant
Danvers.