"It's like sleeping over a case of dynamite," observed Joe, as he and
his chums went below. "I'd rather be on the war front. You can at least
see and hear shells coming."
"That's right," agreed Blake. "Well, if nothing happens, we'll soon be
there now."
"_If_ is a big word these days," observed Charlie.
"Now that we're comparatively safe for the moment, I want to ask you
fellows something," said Blake, after a pause.
"Ask ahead," returned Joe. "If you want to know whether I was scared,
I'll say I was, but I was too busy getting pictures to notice it. If it
is something else----"
"It is," interrupted Blake, and his manner was grave. "Come below and
I'll tell you. I don't want any one else to hear."
Wondering somewhat at their friend's manner, Joe and Charlie went to
their stateroom, and there Blake closed the door and took the dark cloth
down from the mirror. A look into it showed that the transom of the room
opposite--the cabin of Levi Labenstein--had been closed.
"So we can't tell whether he's in there or not," said Blake.
"Did you want to talk about him?" asked Joe.
"Yes, him and the lieutenant. Did you fellows happen to notice what they
were doing when the submarine was attacking us?"
"Not especially," answered Joe.
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