came in a hoarse whisper, from the one in uniform.

"Pass them over, then," commanded Don. "That's right. Here's your
money, in this envelope."

Just then ray from the rising moon struggled through the filter of
clouds, the light touching lightly upon the uniformed one.

Jacob Farnum started as though he had been shot. There was a great bound
at his heart.

"Jack Benson!" he throbbed. "By the Great Shark, are my eyes playing me
a hideous prank?"

CHAPTER X

A RACE FOR MIXED PRIZES

As the moon's ray vanished behind a cloud Jacob Farnum was breathing
hard.

Nor was it any wonder that the boatbuilder felt staggered with
astonishment. He had grown to trust Captain Jack Benson to the utmost.
Now, to find him faithless came like a heavy blow on the head.

To this man's ears came Don's low but clear cut tones:

"You'll keep your eyes open, won't you, Benson, and bring us all the
points you can? Anything that you think will be useful to us?"

The boy in uniform nodded. Though the boatbuilder could not see the
uniformed one's face very well, he observed that nod, as did also
Messrs. Emerson and Melville.

"You don't want to have anyone see us here together, then," went on Don.
"So scoot! You know how to communicate with me when you want to.
That's all."

Don waved his hand as a sign of dismissal.

The other boy, with a nod, turned to make his way off. "No, by the
Great Porpoise, that isn't all!"

The words, shouted, with a tremendous energy behind them, caused some
other hearts to bound.

Jacob Farnum, his blood now boiling, found himself unable to contain
himself any longer.

As he shouted out, he burst through the bushes, making a bee-line for
the departing boy in uniform.

Don Melville gasped, in sheer dismay, yet he had the presence of mind
to yell:

"Scoot, Benson! Travel as fast as ever you can!"

Then Don ran a few steps in the opposite direction. Young Melville was
a very fair sprinter, but he wanted to have a bit of a start in case
of need.

"Melville, you young scoundrel, I'll settle with you later!" roared
Jacob Farnum, keeping on down the road.

Straight in the middle of the road the fugitive was now dashing along,
until Don yelled after him:

"Take to the woods, Benson! You can lose him there!"

"I'll get him, anywhere on earth!" shouted Jacob Farnum, full of purpose
and vim.

The boatbuilder was long-legged and slim. He had been a runner at
college, and now