"We are to have our wish," said her husband.
Dave Darrin remained immobile; Captain Kennor shrugged his shoulders without speaking.
The prow of the craft dipped into the water, which soon came creeping up around their ankles. The forward deck was now out of sight, the water in which they stood rising toward their knees.
CHAPTER XIII
FACING THE PLANNED DEATH
Turning to Darrin the Englishman held out his hand.
"Good-bye" he said, simply. "You have been a good comrade. I trust you have not been disappointed in us, either."
"Let's not say good-bye yet," urged Dave cheerfully. "Surely we are not going to give up and drown, merely because a lot of German rascals so will it."