Frank obeyed, and Jack climbed in after him. The German lay in the bottom of the boat, exhausted.
“Talk German when he comes to,” Jack warned. “There is no use letting him suspect anything.”
“All right,” said Frank, and while Jack sent the boat shoreward with long and powerful strokes, he attempted to revive the man they had saved.
The shore was but a short distance away when the German showed signs of returning consciousness. He moaned feebly and turned on his side. Frank slapped his hands and rubbed them vigorously, and soon the German attempted to rise.
Frank lent him a helping hand, and the German at last managed to sit up with Frank’s shoulder as a support. Then his eyes roved about and he took in the situation around him.
“And so you saved me,” he said to Frank.
“Well, my friend and I together,” replied Frank, also in excellent German.
“Those scoundrels would have killed me,” said the German officer.
“So we noticed,” replied Frank. “What was the matter?”
“Well, I was swimming in the water, and they refused to take me aboard. You see, in spite of the fact that we are doing our best for this benighted country, we Germans are not loved here.”