CHAPTER XXIII
CAPTURING A SUBMARINE
Nothing more was said until Frank and the naval officer were once more aboard the fishing vessel. Then, as the boat ran down the coast, Frank related his experiences of the past two days.
"Holy men!" chuckled the lieutenant-commander. "It'll be sacrilege, then. After this war I shall cruise about the world in search of a German with a sense of humour. You say you know that fellow?"
"Yes, and I've a bone to pick with him. He nearly did me out of a carpet."
"Oh! How was that?"
Frank told as much as he cared to of the incident in Erzerum. The naval officer laughed.
"It was amusing, certainly, until the ruffian had me locked up," said Frank.
And then, bit by bit, his companion drew from him the details upon which he had kept silence.
"I wish we had a Ruhleben in England," growled the officer. "Our prisoners have too easy a time. But this Wonckhaus shall have an opportunity of cultivating holiness in an English prison, and I hope he won't like it."