“Then you’ve met other submarines?” scowled the young officer.
“This part of the sea must be pretty clear of the pests, at the rate we’ve been going,” Dan announced, cheerfully. “We had a lot of prisoners, too, but you’ll find the brig empty now, for we transferred them.”
“The brig?” demanded the German officer. “What have I to do with that?”
“It will be your lodging,” Dan informed him. “Also your play yard.”
“I refuse to go there!” exclaimed the enemy officer, indignantly.
“Oh, well, you’ll be carried there, then,” said Dalzell, carelessly.
“But a ship’s brig is no place to confine officers,” the German went on, heatedly. “As an officer I demand proper quarters.”
“Take them below,” Dan ordered, briefly.
For the first few steps the German officer had to be dragged. Then, realizing the hopelessness of resistance, he yielded and walked along in company with his seamen, though he called back:
“I have helped to sink many ships, and trust that I may have had the honor and pleasure of sending friends of yours to the bottom.”