"It is such men as you, who are a disgrace to the navy," he said quietly.
"Sir!" exclaimed Lord Hastings, facing the German in apparent wrath, though nothing could have pleased him better—things were working out much better than he had dared hope.
"Tut! Tut!" exclaimed the German commander. "I have no time to quarrel with you now. But when the war is over, it will give me much pleasure to put an end to one of your ilk."
"I shall remember that!" exclaimed Lord Hastings. "You shall answer to me, sir."
"When the war is over, I shall be very much at your service," was the quiet rejoinder. "But now to business. Prisoners, you may all stand up together. Your name?" he demanded of Jack.
"Templeton, sir," replied the lad quietly.
"And yours, sir?" demanded the German of Frank.
"Chadwick, sir."
The German turned to Davis.
"Davis, sir," replied the man before the German could propound the question.