“You young whipper snapper, I—I——” choked out Radwig, and being too discomfited to find words, ended the sentence by shaking his fist at the two boys.
“Well,” said Raynor, as Radwig vanished, muttering angrily to himself, “it would appear as if you’d spilled the beans, Jack.”
“It does look that way, doesn’t it?” said Jack with a smile. “I rather fancy our Teutonic friend will be good for a while now.”
CHAPTER XIII.
A MESSAGE IN CODE.
“What happened?” was Raynor’s next question.
“Oh, he came in here and offered me untold gold to send a code message for him. I fancy that it was about the Ruritania, telling her whereabouts and so on.”
“So that was his game, eh?”
“Well, he didn’t work it. I got mad and told him that he needn’t bother to conceal his identity from me, and that if he bothered me any more I’d show him up to the first British officer that again boarded us.”
“Phew! Going some. How did he take it?”