"This young hoodlum that I'm holding down is dressed in a uniform just like yours."
"I noticed that, sir."
"He's your figure, and complexion, and doesn't look a whole lot unlike you, Jack. I was fooled to-night, from the distance, when he impersonated you. But, now I have a closer look, this young fellow looks more like a thug, and he's slightly cross-eyed, too."
"I hear voices, so they must be over this way," sounded the tones of Broughton Emerson, between the trees. Then he and George Melville came upon the scene.
The elder Melville stared incredulously, with a startled gasp, when he got close enough to make out what had happened.
"Benson," blurted the capitalist, "how dare you? This is an outrage, you young puppy! Don, get up out of that undignified position. Get up this instant!"
"He will," said Jack, dryly, "as soon as he can get away. At present he's held down by force of circumstances."
"Get off my son, you impudent young upstart!" insisted George Melville, aghast at the ignoring of his first order. "Don, get up this instant."
"Mr. Farnum gives all the orders here, so far as I'm concerned, Mr.
Melville," announced the submarine boy.
"Oh, let him up," said Farnum, dryly. "We know just where to find Don
Melville any time that we need him."