"Now, see here, Benson, quit all your fooling!"
"You lemme up," insisted the submarine boy, in a low, dull voice, though
he swung both his arms in an effort to assert himself. "'M not goin' t'
stay here. Lemme up, I say! 'M goin' back to--own boat."
"The submarine?" jeered the bearded man.
"Yep."
"Guess again, son," laughed Curtis, jeeringly. "You're not going back
aboard the submarine to-night."
"Am so," declared Benson, obstinately, though his tone was growing more
drowsy every instant, and his busy hands moved almost as weakly as an
infant's.
"Listen, if you've got enough of your senses left," growled the bearded
men. "You're not going back to the 'Farnum'--neither to-night, nor at any
other time during the next few months. You're bound on a long cruise, but
not on a submarine boat. I am the captain here, and I'll name the cruise!"
CHAPTER XVIII: HELD UP BY MARINES
It was barely a minute afterward that Jack Benson lapsed into a very
distinct snore.
"No more trouble from this pair," laughed the bearded one to his companion
at the hatchway. "Now, I'll douse the cabin light, and then we'll cast
off.
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