"What else happened!" asked the Colonel.
"Not a thing, sir," said Porky; "don't see why we are so done up, either. We didn't do much."
"It was a slight nervous strain, I think," said the Captain, "cooped up there, expecting to be killed."
"Did he threaten you many times?" asked the Colonel.
"Yes, sir, a lot; but we got so we didn't mind much except the time he did for Heinrich. Then we sort of felt as though it was getting personal, as you might say. Oh, I'm glad to be out of it!"
The ship's doctor stepped up to Porky and felt his pulse.
"Just a trifle under par yet," he said, arranging Beany's bandages. "I would suggest another nap or two."
"All right," said the officers and they moved toward the door.
"We aren't sleepy," said Porky. "How could we be sleepy at this time of day?" He yawned widely. Everybody laughed.
"Just try it and see what you can do in the way of snoring," said the doctor. "One more good snooze, and you will be ready to bring in another submarine and some more prisoners."