Blake was the first to recover
himself.
"Come in!" he called, in as welcoming a tone as he could muster under
the circumstances. Then as the knob of the door was ineffectually tried,
he added:
"Oh, I forgot it was locked! Wait a moment!"
A moment later he had swung the door open, and the man who, the boys
believed, was a German spy confronted them, smiling.
"You are locked in as if you feared another submarine," he said. "It is
not the best way to do. You should be on deck!"
"But not on deck as you were, with a flag to signal to the Huns,"
thought Joe; and he wished he dared make the accusation.
Blake motioned to the caller to seat himself on a stool.
"I came to see if I might borrow something," began the caller. "I find
that mine is out of order for some reason," and he held out a small, but
powerful, electric flash lamp, of the sort sold for the use of soldiers.
"Have you, by any chance, one that you could spare me?" asked Mr.
Labenstein.
"I do not want it, if it is the only one you have, but they are a great
convenience in one's berth, for the lights must be kept turned off, now
that we are in the danger zone made by those terrible Germans. Ah, how I
hate them!" and his anger seemed very real and earnest.
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