Then he shot a question at the radio man: “Did you get those wires fixed?”
“Hanged if I don’t wish I hadn’t touched ’em,” growled the radio man.
“You’ve sent no message, then?”
Rollife shook his head.
“All right. Krueger!” shouted Dykman, who seemed to be in command of the traitors.
“I thought so!” muttered Rollife. “That squarehead never did look right to me.”
Several other men as well as Krueger came up the ladder. Their dress proclaimed them seamen or stokers. Ruth wondered if Miss Lentz was with them.
She began to feel fearful for herself. What would these rough men do, now they had possession of the ship? And what would they do to her? That was the principal query in her mind. Dykman merely patted the pockets of Dowd and Rollife to make sure they had no other arms. He gave Ruth slight attention at the moment.
“I’ll have to lock you fellows in a stateroom,” Dykman said coolly. “Can’t have you fooling around the ship. You’ll both be taken home in time and held as war prisoners.”
“By ‘home’ I suppose you mean Germany!” snorted Rollife.