Jacob Farnum started as though he had been shot. There was a great bound at his heart.
"Jack Benson!" he throbbed. "By the Great Shark, are my eyes playing me a hideous prank?"
CHAPTER X
A RACE FOR MIXED PRIZES
As the moon's ray vanished behind a cloud Jacob Farnum was breathing hard.
Nor was it any wonder that the boatbuilder felt staggered with astonishment. He had grown to trust Captain Jack Benson to the utmost. Now, to find him faithless came like a heavy blow on the head.
To this man's ears came Don's low but clear cut tones:
"You'll keep your eyes open, won't you, Benson, and bring us all the points you can? Anything that you think will be useful to us?"
The boy in uniform nodded. Though the boatbuilder could not see the uniformed one's face very well, he observed that nod, as did also Messrs. Emerson and Melville.
"You don't want to have anyone see us here together, then," went on Don.
"So scoot! You know how to communicate with me when you want to.
That's all."