He gazed about but could see nothing in the darkness. Came a second shot from behind him, and turning, the two saw a little motorboat that had crept up behind them unnoticed.
"We surrender!" called Lord Hastings, fearing to take a chance that the next shot would miss.
The motorboat came toward them quickly.
"Who are you?" demanded a figure standing in the bow, and at this distance Lord Hastings could dimly make out that the man wore a British uniform.
"Friends," was the reply.
The British officer peered at them sharply, then noticed their German uniforms.
"Friends, eh," he said; "in those uniforms. Not likely. Climb into my boat."
Lord Hastings and Frank obeyed without a word, and at a command from the British officer the motorboat put about and headed shoreward.
"Where are you taking us?" asked Lord Hastings quietly.
"None of your business," was the sharp response.