“Well,” said the former, “we seem to have given them the slip.”
“It looks that way, sir,” replied Frank, after a quick glance over the water.
In the distance they could make out the forms of the battle cruisers, but evidently those aboard the German vessels did not perceive the submarine, lying low in the water.
Suddenly as the three stood talking, a figure bounded upon the bridge from below, and before any of the three could raise a hand to stop him, crossed the deck and hurled himself into the sea.
“Great Scott!” cried Frank. “It’s the German!”
“Impossible!” exclaimed Jack. “He was too securely bound to free himself.”
“But I am positive that is who it was,” said Frank.
All rushed to the side of the bridge, and peered intently into the water, waiting for the figure of the man to reappear upon the surface. Perhaps a minute later, they made out his form, quite a distance from the vessel, and swimming toward the distant German vessels with powerful strokes.
“Now I wonder how he managed to get——” began Jack, and paused suddenly.
For Frank, throwing off his coat, had hurled himself into the water and set out in pursuit of the fugitive.