The body of the spy was stretched out on the deck, and two sailors bent over him. Then one started back, and took off his cap.
“The execution will not take place,” he said.
“What do you mean?” said Lord Hastings. “Is he——”
“Yes,” interrupted the sailor, “he is dead.”
“By George!” muttered Frank, “that blow over the head.”
“No,” said the sailor, “it is the water that did for him.”
“I’m glad of that,” said Frank simply.
“Prepare the body for burial immediately,” ordered Lord Hastings. “We’ll remain on the surface until after he has been buried, then we’ll submerge and continue our course.”
The work of preparing the spy’s body for burial was only a question of minutes, and when it had been turned over to the mercies of the sea, Lord Hastings gave the command:
“Submerge immediately, Mr. Templeton.”