Said he'd do any kind of work, but Grant Andrews put him
in a separate shed, sorting and counting steel rivets, and never let him
get near a submarine boat. That's the same fellow--Millard. Or, at
least, that was the name he gave them. But, when Millard found he wasn't
going to do anything but take care of rivets, he threw up the job four
days after. He had pretended to be mighty hard up, too, and wanted work
at any sort of wages."
Jack's face began to glow as he remembered more and more of the brief
career of Millard at Dunhaven.
"And Dave Pollard, when he was over in Washington later, said he ran
across Millard living at the swell Arlington Hotel! Millard had a
different name in Washington, and refused to recognize Mr. Pollard--said
there was some mistake. By hookey! There isn't any mistake. Millard
was trying to steal submarine secrets at Dunhaven, and now he's trying
to map out harbor defenses in Craven Bay!"
Again Captain Jack glanced backward over his shoulder, but Millard was
no longer in sight.
"He knew me, probably, in a flash," muttered the submarine boy. "I'm
sorry I didn't recognize him sooner.
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