Part 10 (2/2)

Colonel Totten elected to come over to the major's quarters. He arrived just after Lieutenant Ridder, who proved to be a rather boyish looking young man, not long out of West Point.

The plans were quickly laid by which Lieutenant Ridder was to take an automobile up to Radford, going to one of the hotels and registering.

Jack and his two chums were to make the journey in another auto. They would go to still other hotels, perhaps to three different ones. At any moment when instructions were needed, any one of the three could call up Lieutenant Ridder on the telephone.

In addition, Major Woodruff gave each of the three submarine boys a written and signed authorization for them to call upon the police to seize Millard, if found, and hold the fellow for the United States military authorities.

”Now, you young men may start for Radford,” continued the major.

”Colonel Totten and I will busy ourselves with the despatches that must be sent to Was.h.i.+ngton about this affair. But I trust, lads, you will not fail to realize the importance of prompt success.”

”It's a special duty to the Flag, sir,” Captain Jack answered, simply.

The automobiles were waiting outside. Lieutenant Ridder was given a three minutes' start. Then the submarine boys followed after, in a second car.

As Radford was but four miles distant from the post the trip was not to be a long one.

”This is the sort of job that has me by the ears,” glowed Eph Somers, enthusiastically. ”I won't be selfish enough to say I hope to be the fellow to catch Millard. But, if he does stray my way, I hope I won't be idiot enough to let him slip through my fingers.”

”I don't care if Lieutenant Ridder is the one who nabs him,” remarked Hal, coolly. ”All that I'm particular about is to see this foreign agent nabbed before he succeeds in getting any information out of the country.”

The car that bore the boys was soon driving through the streets of Radford. Jack held in his hand a list of the better grade and middle-cla.s.s hotels that Colonel Totten had given him.

”Which hotel are we going to first?” asked Hal.

”I don't know,” uttered Jack, suddenly, sharply. ”I know what I'm going to do, however.”

Leaning slightly forward the young submarine captain prodded the chauffeur lightly, twice, in the back--a signal that had been agreed upon at need.

In response, the chauffeur ran the car slowly in at the curb.

Captain Jack, opening the tonneau door, was quickly out on the sidewalk, without any need having risen for wholly stopping the car, which then shot forward again.

”Now, what on earth was that for?” demanded Eph Somers, as the car sped on.

”Don't look back,” replied Hal.

”Why not?”

”Well, a certain party would see you looking at him.”

”Who?”

”Why, Jack had the good luck to see Millard going along on the sidewalk.

We've just pa.s.sed the fellow!”

”Are we going to nab him?” demanded Somers, breathlessly.

”You'll have to leave that decision to good old Jack,” chuckled Hal Hastings. ”He's out there, d.o.g.g.i.ng Millard from the rear. It's Jack Benson's affair just at this moment.”

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