"Run, Benson!" cheered young Melville, "He'll never catch you now!"
CHAPTER XI
WHAT BEFELL THE REAL BENSON
Whistling softly, the real Jack Benson went along cheerily to the appointed place.
Being wholly courageous, there was no thought of dread in his mind over any possible treachery.
As he came in sight of the two trees, between which he had been asked to meet the Italian, he made out a man waiting there.
"Good evening," came the low, soft hail.
Then the speaker stepped forward, proving to be the same who had accosted the young submarine captain in the afternoon.
"Good evening," was Jack's pleasant reply. "You're on time, I see."
"Oh, sure!" laughed the Italian. "I been here twenty minute, already."