has never been clear to me why he postponed the execution of

my sentence. Instead he kept me ironed just as he had been;

then he kicked Bradley out of my room and took it all to himself.

We cruised for a long time, sinking many vessels, all but one by

gunfire, but we did not come across a German raider. I was

surprised to note that von Schoenvorts often permitted Benson to

take command; but I reconciled this by the fact that Benson

appeared to know more of the duties of a submarine commander than

did any of the Stupid Germans.

Once or twice Lys passed me; but for the most part she kept to

her room. The first time she hesitated as though she wished to

speak to me; but I did not raise my head, and finally she passed on.

Then one day came the word that we were about to round the Horn

and

that von Schoenvorts had taken it into his fool head to cruise up

along the Pacific coast of North America and prey upon all sorts

and conditions of merchantmen.

"I'll put the fear of God and the Kaiser into them," he said.

The very first day we entered the South Pacific we had an adventure.

It turned out to be quite the most exciting adventure I had

ever encountered. It fell about this way. About eight bells of

the forenoon watch I heard a hail from the deck, and presently

the footsteps of the entire ship's company, from the amount of

noise I heard at the ladder. Some one yelled back to those who

had not yet reached the level of the deck: "It's the raider,

the German raider Geier!"

I saw that we had reached the end of our rope. Below all was

quiet--not a man remained. A door opened at the end of the

narrow hull, and presently Nobs came trotting up to me. He licked

my face and rolled over on his back, reaching for me with his big,

awkward paws. Then other footsteps sounded, approaching me.

I knew whose they were, and I looked straight down at the flooring.

The girl was coming almost at a run--she was at my side immediately.

"Here!" she cried. "Quick!" And she slipped something into my hand.

It was a key--the key to my irons. At my side she also laid a

pistol, and then she went on into the centrale. As she passed me,

I saw that she carried another pistol for herself. It did not

take me long to liberate myself, and then I was at her side.

"How can I thank you?" I started; but she shut me up with a word.