“There goes our late rescuer!” announced Jimmie presently.
“Where?” asked Frank. “Whom do you mean?”
“The Sturmvogel!” answered Jimmie, pointing toward the harbor, where could be seen the speedy destroyer slipping quietly out to sea.
“Here’s hoping you have a good voyage, friend!” said Frank.
“Yes,” added Jimmie, “we’ll see you a little later!”
“That reminds me,” put in Ned, “we might as well get back to the ‘U-13’ and begin work. There’s no use delaying the game!”
“That’s right,” agreed Harry. “These fellows are probably in a hurry for that submarine. We might as well be decent.”
“Wait a minute,” suggested Jimmie. “You’ve given me an idea! Your mention of the name of a certain undersea craft started a train of thought in my alleged brain. Take it easy for a moment!”
“Yes,” cried Jack, in mock sympathy, “stand back! Give him air! If Jimmie is really going to think, let’s give him lots of room!”
“Aw, you go on!” scorned Jimmie. “I’ve got a right to think if I want to, haven’t I? I guess that’s my privilege!”