CHAPTER V
THE PROWESS OF KAPITAN VON PREUGFELD
"The fog is thicker than ever," grumbled the ober-leutnant as he emerged from below. "It is so far fortunate for your landing, von Preussen, but give me a clear night. Then there is far less risk of being run down by those accursed P-boats."
"You need to be doubly careful on a night like this," rejoined the spy.
"And one way is to lose no time in getting into the dinghy," added von Preugfeld pointedly.
Rubbing alongside the bulging hull of the U-boat was a small collapsible dinghy manned by a couple of hands clad in oilskins. In the stern-sheets, muffled by a piece of tarpaulin, was a lighted compass.
"I am sending my unter-leutnant in charge of the boat," observed von Preugfeld.
"Then I hope Herr von Loringhoven realises the sense of his responsibility," laughed the spy, as he stepped into the boat. "Auf Wiedersehen!"
The dinghy pushed off under muffled oars and well-greased rowlocks. In less than half a minute it was inaudible and invisible, swallowed up in the fog.