“I shall not do it,” declared von Bechtold, rising and drawing himself to his full height.
“Nor do I believe I could be induced to tell what I knew if I stood in your boots. Orderly!”
To the marine who entered Dave gave the order to summon the guard. Von Bechtold was taken back to the “Logan’s” brig, and locked in for absolutely safe keeping. Darrin went up to the bridge.
“Do you feel sorry for the fellow?” asked Dalzell, when he had heard an account of the interview.
“No more sorry than I do for any man who is down and out,” Dave replied, truthfully. “Now that he is captured and his spy work ended, I believe that ships on these waters will be much safer.”
“He will be just one Hun less, after a firing squad has finished with him,” Dan rejoined.
Dave nodded thoughtfully.
“War breeds savage ideas, doesn’t it?” demanded Danny Grin, with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Not breeds, but brings out,” answered Darrin.
They were nearing the coast now. Destroyers, patrol boats, drifters and mine-sweeping craft sighted the “Logan” and her prize, and the shrill whistles of these hunters of the sea testified to their joy over the capture.