“Gee! captain,” exclaimed Raymond, “we’re glad to hear you talking.”
“And I’m glad to see you, my boy,” said the captain. “This is pretty hard luck for you boys, just as you thought you were getting out.”
“Don’t think about us, captain,” said Sidney; “it’s you and your crew who have met with hard luck.”
“Well,” said the captain, “we have to take it as a part of the day’s work.”
“I hated awfully,” said Raymond, “to lose that fine rug that we packed over the mountains for our mother, and my revolver, too.”
“You won’t need your revolver again,” said Captain Foster, “but if we’re taken by the Austrians the rug might have come in handy. I only hope that we’ll not be picked up by an Austrian boat.”
“What would they do with us?” asked Raymond.
“You boys would probably not be held, but the rest of us would be sent to a detention camp. They would never let Englishmen get back home.”
“And not be released until the war is over?”
“I fancy not.”