“Why?” demanded Frank. “Do you think you can lick us?”
“I don’t think there is any question about it!” was the reply.
“Well, don’t you ever fool yourselves!” exclaimed Frank angrily. “We——”
“Here, here,” exclaimed Lord Hastings at this juncture, laying a hand upon Frank’s arm. “No more of this. Remember, Frank, that this man is a prisoner and should be treated courteously.”
Frank drew away grumbling.
“Then he wants to let my country alone,” he protested.
The German, also, would have continued the argument, but Lord Hastings settled the matter.
“Not another word of this,” he said sternly, and Frank and the prisoner bowed to this command.
“There she goes,” cried Lord Hastings suddenly, pointing to the sinking ship.
All gazed toward the vessel. Slowly she rose high in the air, seemed to hang in the very air for a few brief moments, then dived and the waters closed over her. The American Steamship Bosnia, torpedoed by a German submarine or shattered by a German mine, sank to the bottom of the North Sea.