"It's fine to know that one is remembered in that way," Jack replied, his face, and Hal's, showing their pleasure.
"Now, to go on," continued Mr. Farnum, "as soon as the boat is in the water there comes up the question of a crew for the 'Pollard.' Some of our good hands, especially those with families, say very frankly that their taste doesn't run to going down in diving boats, on account of the possible chance that the Pollard might not be able to get up to the surface again. But Pollard tells me that you've applied for a chance to belong to the crew of the boat."
"That's our biggest wish, gentlemen!" cried Jack Benson, his eyes glowing.
"Nothing else could give us half the delight," confirmed Hal Hastings.
"Then we're going to give you the chance," announced Mr. Farnum, while David Pollard nodded. "But, of course, you're not blind to the fact that, even on the most perfect submarine torpedo boat, there's some risk to your lives."
"One isn't wholly safe, either," retorted Jack, coolly, "in crossing a crowded city street."
"Then you're both alive to the danger, but not afraid to chance it?"
"We're ready for anything in the submarine boat line," declared Jack and Hal, in the same breath.
"Then that's settled. You're both engaged to serve aboard the 'Pollard' when she floats—and dives," wound up Mr. Farnum, dropping back into his matter-of-fact tone, and mopping his face, for the July afternoon was exceedingly hot. "By the way, boys, how do you feel about taking a little pleasure trip to-night? How'd you like to take one of my horses and a buggy, after supper?"
"Fine and splendid," replied Jack, with enthusiasm.