V
AND SHOOT TO MAKE HOLES
The little boat had disappeared.
“Aha!” cried Wahr, “aha!” and again “aha!”
Weiss Nicht only turned to port and waited for the smoke to drift away.
“But your dinked being right has lost me my toy. Dink you, Wahr.”
From the port bow came the voice of Nicht.
“Here is your toy, all O.K., sir.”
True enough, there she was!
“Wahr,” thundered Ruhet, “you are sailing this ship. What are you doing to her? Have you got her on a pivot? How does she turn in a second without me knowing anything about it?”
“Excellency, perhaps she has lost her rudder. I will have Weiswasser look. She certainly turns, as you say, without us knowing it.”