"But that isn't right; I'm sure it isn't," decided young Benson, quickly.
"If they fellow were here on honest business, he wouldn't have sneaked
out here to get in position. Besides, I have a vague remembrance of
this fellow, and I don't connect him with anything honest!"
The Army tug, out on the bay, was now engaged in planting a second mine.
Again the slim stranger was all attention. When the crane began to
lower the mine, a second mark was made on the chart on the drawing
board.
Now, once more, the fellow lay at full length, watching intently off
over the bay. At his right hand lay drawing-board, the book and the
field-glasses.
"I'll give him a little excitement!" grimaced Jack Benson, stealing
softly forward.
Suddenly the boy swooped down upon drawing board, book and glasses,
then, with a panting whoop, wheeled and started off on a dead run.
"Here you--stop!" yelled the slim one, hoarse with sudden anger.
Like a flash the stranger was up and in pursuit. As he quickened in
the chase this stranger drew a revolver that glinted in the sun.
CHAPTER IV
JACK'S QUEER LOT OF LOOT
"Stop, thief!"
Jack Benson only sped onward the faster.
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