"You're winning right along, eh?"
"Yes, Russians win—Japs no do noddings, no!" And the petty officer left the food on the bench and hurried away again.
"Do you believe that?" asked Larry.
"No, I don't," came from Grandon. "He told us that simply to scare us, or else he doesn't know the real truth."
"Exactly what I think."
"These Russians are a lot of blowers," growled Luke. "Just look at Semmel. He was forever tooting his horn, and yet he couldn't do much of anything."
"He got us into trouble," said Larry, quickly.
"That's true, but he had to have this warship with all on board to help him."
The food which had been brought to them consisted of a big bowl of stew, with three spoons, and three chunks of black bread.
"They are going to treat us to the best," said Grandon, sarcastically. He lifted one of the spoons and tasted the stew. "Phew, it's hot enough! Pepper, garlic, and hot water!"