twenty minutes past four
`` So am I , sir , '' muttered Benson . `` Still , there 's the risk that John C. Rhinds may have something more up his sleeve . We 'll know before long , anyway . '' By twenty minutes past four the `` Benson '' was almost close enough to the other submarine to throw a biscuit across the intervening space , had any on board the Pollard craft been inclined that way . John C. Rhinds stood by the starboard rail of his own craft , regarding the rival with anxious eyes . But Jack knew the rascal to be so wily that the look of anxiety might be feigned . Up , nearer and nearer !