“Yes, and that’s what made me speak as I did when I heard what Ned remarked,” went on the fat youth. “If that’s a crazy German in a submarine he may hit the boat my uncle is on.”
“Say, this is getting mysterious, all right,” spoke Ned. “Not that I think there’s the slightest danger though, Bob. Your uncle has a million chances to one in his favor. What steamer is he and his daughter on?”
“The Hassen. It’s a German boat. He said he took that to avoid the crowds. He’s due to land in a few days, I believe, and then I’ll know what it is he’s bringing over that’s so valuable.”
“How about his daughter?” asked Ned. “Have we ever seen her, Chunky?”
“No, and I believe she’s considered a very pretty girl, too,” spoke the stout youth.
“Then you’ve got to introduce us to her as soon as she lands, my boy!” stipulated Jerry. “Pretty girls are too scarce to miss.”
“Oh, you’ll meet her,” said Bob. “I’ve told her about you fellows, and she wants to know you.”
“Good for her!” cried Ned. “Well, we seem to have run into a complication of matters just through sighting that submarine. That’s out of sight, of course, but there’s still your uncle, his pretty daughter, and the mysterious thing he’s bringing over, Bob. It gives us something to look forward to, at any rate.”
“Yes, and we’re going to have something else to look forward to, and that right soon,” spoke Jerry, suddenly.
“What is it?” inquired Bob, looking about. “Is that submarine in sight again?”