"Oh, very good," said the German, at last. "There are those in Germany who know how and possess the means to make you talk. Your record shall be completed there. And now—!"
Going to the wardroom door the ober-lieutenant called:
"Lieutenant von Schellen!"
The same younger officer came to the door.
"Be good enough to show Lieutenant Commander Darrin to his quarters and extend to him any courtesies that you properly may. It is not fitting that a man of his rank should have to receive orders from a seaman."
"This way," directed von Schellen, briefly. He led the way down the narrow passage to a curtained doorway.
"In here you will find your home until we reach Germany," said von Schellen. "If you wish exercise you may leave your sleeping cabin and walk back and forth in this passage-way. If the ober-lieutenant should decide to be gracious enough to invite you to the wardroom, then you will also have the freedom of that room—at meal hours only. You will not go to any other part of this craft."
With a curt nod the young lieutenant left Dave. Perhaps von Schellen had done his best to be courteous.
Pulling back the curtain Dave looked in. It was a stuffy little place, just long enough to hold two berths, one above the other, against the outer shell of the submarine. In the upper berth Captain Kennor lay at full length, a hand over his eyes.
"We are cabin-mates, then?" Dave asked, gently.