"Did you hear me?" insisted the capitalist, sharply.
"Yes, sir," answered Jack, quietly.
"Then why don't you go?"
"Mr. Farnum sent for us, and we are waiting to learn whether he is through with us for the present."
"You may take my word for it," snapped Mr. Melville. "Go!"
The submarine boys paid no heed to him.
"The impudent young beggars," sneered Don Melville. "Low-born, and no manners!"
Jack Benson turned, fixing his gaze upon Don's face Jack's look was full of contempt, though he spoke no word.
"Don't try any impudent airs on me," warned Don, flushing, then paling, as his fists doubled.
"Mr. Melville," broke in Jacob Farnum, returning, while David Pollard remained where he was, looking out of the window, "I think we can cut this scene very short. In the first place, in joining us, you demand that we treat with utter injustice bright young employees who have been extraordinarily faithful and devoted."