As the Germans came aboard—ten of them—they were herded before Jack. They stood there sullenly, their eyes on the deck. One of them wore a heavily braided and imposing uniform. Jack addressed him.
"You are the commander of that submarine?" he questioned.
"I was," answered the German.
"You were, what?" asked Jack sharply.
"I was the commander."
"You don't seem to catch my meaning," said Jack, taking a step forward. "When you speak to me say 'sir.'"
"Then you shall say 'sir' to me," said the German.
"Oh, no I won't," Jack declared. "I never say sir to a murderer."
The German's eyes lighted angrily.
"It would be well to be more careful of your words," he said.