Two sailors, at a sign from the ober-lieutenant, drew the English pair back.
"Martin Kennor, once master of the Danish freight steamer 'Rigsdak!'" called the commander.
Promptly the Danish skipper stood forward.
"There can be no doubt at all that you answer the description just given?" demanded the ober-lieutenant.
"None vatever," agreed Kennor.
"The only fault to be found with you," continued the ober-lieutenant, "is that you had the misfortune to be found in such company, and that later on your tongue might prove too long and ready. That is all!"
Von Schellen, again on his feet, signalled to some of the seamen, then said:
"The prisoners will follow me."
To the amazement of all he led the way to the conning tower. After him the sailors herded the four prisoners of war. They ascended the ladder, the Englishwoman being the last of the four. Her husband and Captain Kennor assisted her as she stepped through the manhole to the deck outside.
"But this is unkind," she declared, with a shiver. "My husband and I have not our outer wraps, and the night is chilly."