"Why do you think it is a Boy Scout?"
"Because we've always found one. If we should go to the North Pole, we'd find one there—always busy an' ready to do a fellow a good turn, too. You know it!"
"And that big fellow, with the paunch and the important look seems familiar to me," mused Frank. "Don't you recognize him?"
"Sure," was the reply. "That is Captain Moore. Don't you remember the bluff he put up in the Black Bear clubroom before we left little old New York?"
"I believe you are right."
"Well, we'll soon know all about it," said the boy. "Ned is bringin' the Captain an' the Dutch guy off to us. Funny you'll see so many rare specimens when you hain't got no gun!"
Hans grinned delightedly when he set foot on the conning tower of the submarine and glanced inquisitively into the interior. His round, baby blue eyes protruded in wonder as they fell on the comfortably furnished apartment below.
"Jump down, Dutch!" Jimmie laughed. "There is where they make men out of Dutchmen. Don't be afraid."
"Iss dot so?" grunted Hans. "Vell, if mens iss madt dere, vy dondt you go pelow?"
"Good for you, Dutch!" cried Frank. "Hit him again. He's too fresh, anyway."