e Rhinds
Submarine Company."_

"What does this mean!" demanded Rhinds, paling, then flushing with
anger.

"Just what it says," replied Captain Magowan, coolly.

"There has been some underhanded work here!" began the old man,
wrathfully.

"None in the Navy Department, at all events," replied Magowan, coolly.
"I will not detain you longer, Mr. Rhinds. Good morning."

Captain Magowan, bowing, opened the door. A marine sentry stood on post
just outside. There was no use in making a row. John C. Rhinds stepped
out like one in a daze, and remained so until he reached the wharf and
stepped ashore.

To the railway station went Rhinds. He was ruined. The order from
Washington meant that all his capital had been expended on boats that
could not be sold. There might be a chance with foreign governments,
but creditors would step in and seize the Rhinds shipyards before a good
trade could be made abroad.

At the station Rhinds counted the money he had about him. At a bank in
another city was a thousand dollars or so more. Rhinds took the train
and was borne away. His wife and daughter. The former had a small
private fortune of her own; wife and daughter would not starve. So the
coward ran away.

That same forenoon Farnum and his submarine boys were summoned to police
headquarters. There they were confronted with a rather pretty though
almost poorly dressed girl.

"Is this the young woman whom you rescued at a street corner, and whom
you were escorting when attacked by a gang of rowdies?" asked Chief
Ward.

"I don't know," smiled Eph. "The young woman I was walking with had on
a veil."

"Oh, that's all right," laughed the police chief. "This young woman is
Katharine Pitney. She has told me the whole story, and I am satisfied
that she has told me everything honestly. Miss Pitney is not a prisoner.
She has made a little mistake in becoming engaged to the wrong sort of
fellow--the 'Tom' from whom you tried to defend her. Now, it seems
that 'Tom'--which isn't his name, had persuaded her to help him in
playing a joke, as he explained it to her. So Miss Pitney was foolish
enough to agree. She is wholly sorry, now she knows that it was a
crime, not a joke in which she helped. And 'Tom' has received his
walking papers so far as Miss Pitney is concerned."

"But I beg you'll forgive me, Mr. Somers," spoke up the girl, anxiously.
"I honestly believed it was a joke that I was helping in. As soon as
Mr. War