The boys saluted and left the commander’s cabin.
Emerging upon deck, they saw Lieutenant Edwards and Miss Beulow strolling about. They approached the couple.
“Lord Hastings requests that you report to him at once,” said Frank, coming to a salute.
The lieutenant departed, and the two boys and the young German girl continued their promenade.
“Well, well, how is our little enemy this morning?” came a voice suddenly.
Turning, they beheld the smiling countenance of Lieutenant Taylor.
“Very well, thank you,” replied Miss Beulow coldly, then ignoring the lieutenant, turned to the two boys and resumed her conversation.
“Come, come,” continued the lieutenant, “don’t be so standoffish. I like you, even if you are a German.”
The girl made no answer to this remark, and the lieutenant, after gazing resentfully at her a moment, took himself off.
“Do you know,” the girl confided to the two boys, “I do not like your Lieutenant Taylor. He seems out of place among the rest of you, and it seems to me I have seen him some place before, though I cannot remember where.”