When the lad reached the bridge, the Ventura was already moving, the submarine trailing behind. "A fine man, Captain Griswold," said Frank. "Right," Jack agreed. "And the U-87 is his so far as I'm concerned. He might hang it on his parlor wall for a souvenir." "Or wear it as a watch charm," added Frank with a grin.

The U-87, Commander Frederich, the captain styled himself; and if there ever was a murderer unhung, he's the man." "Why?" asked Jack curiously. "Because he proposed setting my passengers and crew adrift in small boats, without water or provisions, before sinking my ship.

The prisoners taken from the U-87 were stowed safely away below-decks on the Essex, after which Jack got in touch with Admiral Sellings, on the Dakota, by wireless. He reported the capture of the submarine and the fact that it was being towed into port by the Ventura. Admiral Sellings ordered Jack to continue his patrol of the coast until further notice.

As soon as Jack had left the deck of the steamer, Captain Griswold had ordered the engines started and prepared for a quick dash to shore. "There are likely to be more of those pesky submarines about here," he muttered, "and the sooner I reach port the better." Accordingly he ordered full speed ahead. "Do you know," said Frank, "I've a hunch that the U-87 is not through with the Ventura.

"Well," said Captain Griswold, "you're a British naval officer and should know something, whether you do or not. But I'll tell you right now I hope the submarine doesn't show up again." Nevertheless, Captain Griswold was doomed to disappointment, for the U-87 did reappear. It was almost 6 o'clock in the evening when all on board were startled by a cry from the lookout.

For two days the Essex had been cruising up and down the coast on patrol duty, looking for submarines. Several times the destroyer had been ordered farther out to sea to form an escort for an incoming steamer, but after her encounter with the U-87 she had sighted no more of the enemy.