“Right you are, Mr. Wolf!” declared Frank. “I, for one, am willing to take a chance. I’ll go with you to the limit!”
“Here, too!” heartily agreed Ned. “How about it, boys?”
Eagerly the others signified their willingness to undertake the task suggested. They felt no compunction over the seizure of the boat.
“Now, we’ll have to do some tall thinking before night comes!” stated Jimmie. “Each of us’ll have his station and we must know just what to do at the proper time. I had this in mind ever since we came up the harbor past those boats. I noticed particularly the buoys marking the safe channel leading into this harbor.”
“Good for you!” cried Ned, administering an affectionate slap upon Jimmie’s shoulder. “I knew you had something up your sleeve!”
“So did I!” added Jack. “I couldn’t guess what it was, though!”
“It was my arm!” declared Jimmie, with mock gravity. “Now, let’s go back to this ‘Untervasserbootschiff’ and stall around a while.”
“Correct!” cried Harry. “We’ll rehearse for this evening. We shall depend on Jimmie to be the pilot, though!”
“Leave it to me!” declared the younger lad. “I know where the buoys are! I have them all located in my head!”
“But we must be mighty careful,” declared Ned. “We don’t know how much English these fellows understand. They must not suspect!”