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"We'll have trouble with that fellow, Truax, yet," muttered Eph.
"Oh, I hope not," Jack answered, then added, significantly:
"If he _does_ start any trouble he may find that he has been trifling with
the wrong crowd!"
Very little more thought was given to the sulky one. The submarine boys
and their companion, Williamson, enjoyed Saturday and Sunday ashore.
All of them might have felt disturbed, however, had they known of one
thing that happened.
The naval machinists aboard the first submarine boat, the "Pollard," now
owned by the United States Government, found something slightly out of
order with the "Pollard's" engine that they did not know exactly how to
remedy.
Sam Truax, hanging around the Basin that Sunday forenoon, was called upon.
He gladly responded to the call for help. For four hours he toiled along
in the "Pollard's" engine room. Much of that time he spent there alone.
The job done, at last, Truax quietly received the thanks of the naval
machinists and went ashore again.
Yet, as he turned and walked toward the main gate of the grounds, there
was a smile on Sam Truax's face that was little short of diabolical.
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