“Oh, well,” said Jack, “at least I have kept my own conscience clear. That is something.”
General Burgoff eyed the lad keenly for some moments, considering this remark. At last he turned away; and he also shrugged his shoulders; and he said:
“You are right, my lad. That is something!”
CHAPTER XXVI.
JACK IN THE TOILS.
Petrograd again.
It was evening five days after Frank and Jack had returned to the Russian capital from Siberia. Since their arrival they had made several trips of inspection to the D-17, but upon their last visit this same day they learned that it would be another week before the submarine was ready to take to sea again.
The lads had passed the long five days in various ways. They had received the thanks of the Czar for the part they had played in exposing Count Blowinski and His Majesty had commissioned them honorary lieutenants in the Russian army.
Of days they had strolled about the city taking in the sights of interest; of nights they had taken in the theaters—for there was still amusement to be found in Petrograd—a few of the most popular restaurants and other places where crowds congregated.
As the two lads walked along the street this particular evening they were discussing the D-17 and the fact that they were soon to put to sea again.
“I’ll be glad to get back in British waters again,” said Jack.