"That will do. Cease rowing," commanded the German officer. "What ship is that yonder?"
"Der Danish freighter, 'Rigsdak,'" replied Captain Kennor.
"And its master?"
"Dat iss me."
"Come aboard."
At the order Dave, who had quietly loosened his belt and holster containing his automatic revolver, quickly dropped them overboard on the side farthest from the German craft.
There was sufficient sea running to make the task of getting close alongside a difficult one. A German sailor reached out to catch Kennor's arm and aid him aboard the submarine.
"And your instruments and papers," ordered the German officer, sharply.
"I did not dem with me bring," replied Kennor.
"Perhaps that will be so much the worse for you," was the scowling reply. "We want the papers, and we have need, especially, of ship's instruments."