FARNUM STOCK GOES UP
"Got time to look at something, Mr. Pollard?" asked Captain Jack, two
days later.
The captain and crew of the submarine had entered the outer office. In
his hands Jack carried a small wooden box. Hal and Eph looked
delightfully mysterious.
"Time to look at something?" repeated the inventor, with a laugh. "I
seem to have plenty of time for almost anything these days."
There being none of the office employees about at the moment, Benson led
the way to one of the desks, opened the box and took out a
complicated-looking little model.
"You know, Mr. Pollard," murmured Jack, while the other two boys drew
close, "although we have hit upon the way for some of a submarine's crew
to escape when the boat is at the bottom, or in deep water, it always
needs at least one of the crew to remain behind to close the rear port
of the torpedo tube and to operate the compressed air a little. So,
valuable though our trick may be, it really means that, in case of
serious accident, one member of the crew would have to remain behind in
order to help the next to last to get away. So, in case of accident,
there would always be one member of the crew who would have to be left
behind to die. That's the thing we fellows have been working on, and
here's the result. At least, it's the best we can do with it."
"What's the idea?" inquired the inventor, examining the small model
curiously.
"Why," laughed Jack Benson, good-humoredly, "it's an automatic device,
set to a time principle, for closing the after port of the torpedo tube
and letting off some compressed air. By means of this automatic device
the last fellow could let himself out safely. That's the theory, you
see; but we're new inventors, and so there's some flaw in the device.
It will take a skilled mind like yours to see where the fault lies."
Jack explained volubly, while David Pollard looked over the model that
the trio of young geniuses had put together. Then Benson drew from an
inner pocket, and spread out, some carefully made mechanical drawings
that made his idea plainer. Jack was not a trained draughtsman, but he
had a great natural talent in that direction.
"Why, you have a splendid idea here," cried the inventor, presently.
"It doesn't quite work, though," said Hal, ruefully.
"Lot's of inventions don't, unfortunately," winced David Pollard. "I
know something about that, for a big percentage of my inventions have
turned out to have more flaws than good points. But this is really
ingenious, boys. Who has had the big share in this get-up?"
"The other fellows," replied the young captain.
"Jack's idea, mostly," broke in Eph, "although Hal Hastings and I have
been allowed to butt in some."
"It's splendidly done, as far as you've gone," glowed the inventor, full
of unselfish admiration. "And you've made it plain just how you expect
to attach this device and make it work automatically. What are you going
to do with it, now?"
"We thought, perhaps, Mr. Pollard," explained Captain Jack, "that you
might think it worth while to take the device up at this point, and work
over it until you find out where the hitch is in the idea. If you
succeed, it will make the 'Pollard' absolutely perfect in her class."
"But it would seem mean of me to take your idea, so nearly finished, and
go ahead with it," protested the inventor.
"Well, you see, sir," Jack replied, earnestly, "we don't care who brings
the idea through provided it makes the 'Pollard' a world-beater. Do you
care to take this in hand, Mr. Pollard, and try to perfect it? For
we'll admit we're stuck fast and can't get any further with it."
"Do I care to?" repeated the inventor. "Why, boys, I'll be delighted to
work over it. It'll be better than sleep to me for many a night to come.
But I hate to take it out of your hands, since you originated it."
"Take it and welcome," begged Hal Hastings. "The only thing we want is
to see it work."
"And the sooner the better," grunted Eph Somers.
"Then thank you, I will," cried the inventor, earnestly. "But you boys,
if the device can be made to work, shall have your full share of the
credit."
"Hullo, boys," greeted Jacob Farnum, coming out from the inner office,
a letter in his hands. "By the way, here's something that may interest
you. I've a letter from a man who writes about the new trick of leaving
a submerged boat. He refers to you boys as our young experts."
"He doesn't know, does he," chuckled Jack, "that we're only three
apprentices, and rather raw, at that?"
"No, you're not," retorted Mr. Farnum. "My correspondent is pretty near
right in referring to you as young experts."
"If we're going to get that reputation," muttered Benson, more than half
seriously, "we'll have a heap to do in 'making good.'"
"Just look here, Farnum, at what these boys have been at work on," begged
the inventor, calling attention to the partly-finished model.
In an instant the boatbuilder became absorbed in the idea as shown by
model and drawings.
"Can this be made perfect, Dave?" he asked, eagerly, turning to the
inventor.
"I think it can," answered Mr. Pollard. "The boys have been good enough
to ask me to try."
"Then I hope you'll start, this minute," exclaimed the yard's owner. "It
means more to us, Dave--more to us, boys--than any of you suppose at
this moment! Let me tell you something. This letter holds the key to
the secret. Trying to interest people in our work, I've been writing
right and left trying to raise more capital on terms that would be fair
to us. Now, here's a letter from Broughton Emerson, a man worth
millions. He admits that my letter has interested him. He'll come here,
soon, and he states that, if we can show him a good enough chance to
make money he will put in the needed capital, taking satisfactory
security, and yet leave the business under its present control. In
other words, he's likely to do just what we wanted George Melville to
do. Isn't that good enough news for one morning?"
"Yes, provided we can make as good a showing as he expects," replied the
inventor, cautiously.
"Oh, if we could only get a chance to make a trial trip for a United
States Naval board!" sighed Jack Benson, wistfully. "The Navy Department
has money now at its disposal for the purchase of submarines. If we
could get the Government to buy the 'Pollard,' that would show investors
what's what in money-making." Benson's face was all aglow with mingled
enthusiasm and wistfulness. He, and his mates, took as keen an interest
in the future of the "Pollard" as though they themselves owned that
doughty little craft.
"A trial trip for the Navy Department?" smiled Mr. Farnum, gravely.
"Well, I don't mind telling you that we may have that, too, before long."
"Is any date set?" breathed Captain Jack, quickly.
"Not yet, nor is the matter even fully decided. But the newspapers have
produced a big effect on the Navy Department. The makers of other types
of submarine boats are green with jealousy of us, just now. Your
escaping trick, Jack, has made so much public clamor that Farnum stock
is going up all over the country. We'll have some big chances, mighty
soon, I'm thinking. If we get the chances, I'm certain enough that you
boys will help push us on to victory!"
Happy dreams were these that builder, inventor and crew dreamed! The
fever of conquest was in their veins.
Shutting himself up in a room at Farnum's home, depriving himself of
much of his needed sleep, often refusing food, David Pollard attacked
the problem of perfecting the device that Captain Jack and his mates had
originally planned.
Two days later Broughton Emerson arrived. He was a pleasant, portly
man of more than fifty years. His manners were quiet and easy. He was
affable with everyone, but he had a keen way of looking into things.
No one could guess quite what he thought of the chances of success in
the enterprise of building submarine boats. Before the day was over
George Melville, who was slightly acquainted with Mr. Emerson, learned
that he was in town. That evening Mr. Melville succeeded in meeting
Mr. Emerson and getting him over to his hotel.
"If you want to save a lot of money, Mr. Emerson," hinted George
Melville, "you want to be very careful to keep it out of the Farnum
investment."
"What's wrong with the Farnum business?" questioned the other capitalist.
"About everything, I believe," replied Mr. Melville. "And, even if the
'Pollard' were a capable a boat as its backers claim, it would still be
beaten by the type of boat that I am now working on."
"Are you looking for capital for your submarine business?" asked
Broughton Emerson, a shrewd little twinkle in his eyes.
"No; I have all we want. Not a dollar is needed, but I don't like the
idea of your losing a lot of money with that other crowd. They haven't
any real show to do anything with their boat."
"They are a great lot of enthusiasts over at the Farnum yard," said Mr.
Emerson, musingly. "I like people as enthusiastic as they are. Why,
just think of those boys; what a bright lot they are!"
"Humph! In the end Farnum will wish he never seen those boys," sneered
Mr. Melville.
"Why?"
"Well, the boys are wholly ready to sell out all they know about the
Farnum boat."
"Are you sure of that, Melville?" demanded Mr. Emerson, opening his eyes
more widely.
"Wholly positive. Benson has already offered to sell us all he knows
about the 'Pollard.' He'll steal plans, shift to our employ, or serve us
in any way that he can by betraying his present employers."
"You astound me," cried the other capitalist. "And you are really quite
sure of this?"
"As sure as I can be made by Benson's own offer."
In declaring this George Melville believed he was telling the truth. His
son, Don, hoping to work out a scheme whereby Jack could be hopelessly
disgraced, had gone as far as to tell his father that Jack was willing
to overlook the past fight, and to "sell out" all he knew about the
design and inner workings of the "Pollard."
"The Farnum business looks very inviting, despite what Melville says
against it," thought Broughton Emerson, later that night. "Yet, if I
put any money into the venture, on any terms, I must insist on the one
condition that the boys be banished from Farnum's employ."
Of this far-reaching mischief, following Don's deliberate lie to his
father, Captain Jack Benson and his mates had not even a suspicion.
Two days later the three submarine boys were delighted at knowing that
Broughton Emerson, despite the advice he had received from Mr. Melville,
was thinking most seriously of advancing a few hundred thousand dollars
to help boom the "Pollard" type of submarine boat.
"That will put a crimp in the Melvilles, when they hear, won't it?"
laughed Jack, in talking it over with Hal Hastings and Eph Somers.
Not one of the boys would have slept that night, had they known of the
plans forming to disgrace Jack Benson even in the eyes of Messrs.
Farnum and Pollard.