In falling the German’s head had come in violent contact with the floor, and he now lay still.
“Tie him up quickly,” commanded Lord Hastings. “We haven’t any time to waste on him.”
Jack and Frank hastened to obey, and soon the captive was securely bound.
The two lads noticed the signs of anxiety on their commander’s face and Frank asked:
“What’s the matter, sir?”
“Matter is that we are in a veritable nest of the enemy,” replied Lord Hastings. “Also our periscope has been shot away.”
“But we can rig up the other in no time,” said Jack.
“So we can,” said his commander, “but in the meantime they are likely to send a flotilla of submarines below to look for us.”
“Then we shall have to hustle,” said Frank.
“Hustle is the proper word,” agreed Lord Hastings. “Come with me.”