The girl hesitated a moment.
“Very well,” she said at length, and the lieutenant led the way to a secluded spot aft.
“Miss Beulow,” began the lieutenant, “although you are half American, your sympathies are with the German cause, are they not?”
“How can you ask that question, when you are aware that my father is a German?” responded the girl.
“I just wanted to make sure. I am right, am I not?”
“You most certainly are,” replied the girl emphatically.
“All right. Now you seem to dislike me. Would you look upon me with more favor if I were to espouse the German cause?”
The girl looked at him in great surprise.
“What do you mean?” she demanded.
“Would you think less harshly of me if I were to strike a blow for Germany?”