In a few seconds half a dozen bluejackets, headed by a sub-lieutenant, appeared on the scene.
"What have we here, Jenkins?" asked the officer.
"Germans, sir. Strolled right on top of me bayonet."
"Good! March them in. I'll question them when we get them on board."
"One minute," expostulated Dick.
"Eh—what's that? You speak English," exclaimed the officer.
"Rather—I am a British officer, and so is my companion."
"Keep off it—bloomin' cheek," interposed the man who had held up the supposed Germans.
"Silence, there!" rapped out the Sub-lieutenant sternly.
Dick gave his name and rank, and that of his brother officer.