"Well, I wish it would come this way," declared Harris. "We're still a long way from safety."
"It's probably a German, anyhow," said Jack, "so if we are rescued it will be only to be made prisoners."
"That's better than being made shark bait," said Harris; "and, by the way, speaking of sharks, I have heard that there were many of them in these waters."
Frank shuddered; for he had a wholesome disgust for the man eaters.
"Hope they don't smell us," he said.
"And so do I," agreed Jack. "We couldn't hope to fight them off, for we have no arms."
"I've got a knife," said Harris, "but I am afraid I wouldn't know what to do with it should a shark get after me."
The three became silent, saving all their strength for swimming.
An hour later they had drawn close to the vessel.
"It's a German all right," said Jack, regretfully.