“Esbjerg,” was the reply.
“What is it, a town or a conundrum?”
The officer drew himself up stiffly. Jack was contrite in a second.
“I beg your pardon,” he hastened to say. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
The officer became his good-natured self again in a moment.
“Say no more about it,” he said. “I thought you were making fun of me.”
“Oh, no,” said Jack, “I wouldn’t try to do that.”
They continued their way, Jack and the Danish officer on the best of terms. At length a few scattering houses came into view, and Jack saw that they were approaching a little town.
Straight through the streets of the town they went, what few pedestrians that were abroad at this early hour eying them askance. But no word was spoken.
Finally Jack’s captor stopped at the entrance of a building somewhat larger than the rest, and turned to his men.