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"They crept up, all right," muttered Joe. "I never heard a sound until they called on us to surrender," he added. "Maybe Secor and Labenstein saw us and never let on, and then sent a signal telling the others to come and get us," suggested Charlie. "I hardly think that," replied Blake. "The Frenchman and his fellow German plotter seemed to be as much surprised as we were. You could see that."
"But how does that depth charge work?" asked Charlie Anderson, when the chums were back in their cabin again, discussing what they had better do in reference to telling the captain of the conduct of Labenstein and Secor. "It works on the principle that water is incompressible in any and all directions," answered Blake.
If I was a young man I would be in the Rio Grande District. I would carry 'the glad tidings' to the ranger camps on the Chicon and the Secor, and the United States forts on the Mexican border. It is 'the few sheep in the wilderness' that I love to seek; yea, it is the scape-goats that, loaded with the sins of civilized communities, have been driven from among them!" Richard started to his feet.
"Because this is a public vessel that is, public in as much as all properly accredited persons who desire may go to England on her. Lieutenant Secor must have his passport, or he wouldn't be here. And, as this is a public place, he has as much right here as we have.
They were silently considering how best to surprise and capture the two men, who were still unaware of the presence of the boys, when a sudden noise came from outside. Blake and his chums, as well as the two men, started. "That was not the wind!" exclaimed Secor. "No, my friend. It was not. I think there is some one here besides ourselves. We must look.
Then, to Monsieur Secor he replied: "I'm sorry, but we're not supposed to talk about our work without the permission of the commanding officer. You see " "Ah, I comprehend!" exclaimed the Frenchman, with another bow a bow altogether too elaborate, Joe thought. "That is as it should be! Always obey orders.
And there were no films of any value as yet, either. "Guess I'm doing too much imagining," said Joe to himself. "This fellow may be a plotter and a spy in German pay and I haven't any doubt but what he is but I reckon Blake can look after himself. Anyhow, he wants me to leave Secor to him, and I'll do it. But not too long!" So Joe and Charlie, taking the small camera with them, went up on deck.
"What two fellows were they you saw?" asked Joe. The soldier explained, giving as many details as he could remember, and Charlie cried: "Lieutenant Secor for one the chap in the blue. A French traitor!" "He did have a uniform something like the French," admitted the private. "The other was a Fritz, though." "Labenstein!" murmured Joe.
The boys did not want to report to any subordinate officer, and so concluded to wait until the next day. "But we'll keep watch to-night on our friend across the corridor," Blake said. "And on Lieutenant Secor as well. His stateroom is next to Labenstein's, and we can tell when either of them goes out after dark that is, if we keep watch."
"Which is my only excuse," said the captain, with a smile. "Now I am going to see if we can not apprehend that German and his French fellow-conspirator." But, as may be guessed, "Henry Littlefield" was not to be found, nor Lieutenant Secor, nor Levi Labenstein. "Labenstein probably wrote that letter accusing us and mailed it just to make trouble because we suspected him and Secor," said Blake.
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