they could, go.

"Mr. Abercrombie!" cried Lieutenant Jack.

"Yes, it's I: and jolly glad I got here in good time," laughed the
British naval officer, whom this brief rollicking battle had made as
gleeful as a boy.

"But how on earth did you happen to turn up?" asked Jack, a feeling of
mystery coming over him after he had glanced at Millard and had made
sure that the latter would "sleep" for some time to come.

"Why, I was out for my afternoon canter, dear old fellow," bubbled
Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N. "I was coming down the road at a hard
trot, don't you know, when a cab rolled by. A young woman--and a
deuced pretty one--thrust her head out and shrieked at me. What
could I do? It was deuced extraordinary, and I had to do something
quickly, so I rode alongside the cab and told the driver to hold up.
I must have looked unusually menacing, don't you know, for, by Jove,
the fellow obeyed me. Then I reached up and yanked him down off the
cab. The fellow really started to blackguard me, while the young
woman was shouting something at me at the same time I had to silence
the fellow, don't you know, so I could understand the young lady.
So I struck him over the head with the butt of my riding whip. My
word, I must have hit the blackguard hard, for he just curled up and
lay down. The young lady sprang out of the cab and begged me to hurry
down here. She looked able to take care of herself, so I just left my
revolver with her, and, by Jove, here I am--and deuced glad of it.
Upon my word, Benson, dear old fellow, all the luck seemed to be
running against you."

"It was," Jack admitted, dryly. "But now I've got the man I came after.
I've got to keep him, too," added Lieutenant Benson, gravely.

As he spoke, the submarine boy drew a pair of handcuffs from an inner
pocket.

"By Jove, do naval youngsters in this country carry such jewelry?"
murmured Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N.

"They do, I guess, when they're engaged on work like mine at present,"
smiled Lieutenant Jack, United States Navy.

"Now, then, by Jove, I think I'd better go back to the young lady,"
suddenly decided Abercrombie, for Millard still showed no signs of
recovering his senses. One of the other two men who had been ridden
down now recovered enough to begin to crawl away furtively.

"Do you want that chap?" asked Abercrombie.

"I have no facilities for keeping him a prisoner," Jack answered.
"For that matter, I guess he's nothing but a hi