Please consider the light a gift. I have a
spare one."
"You are very kind, I'm sure," said the other, bowing with some
exaggeration, it seemed to the boys. "I appreciate it, I assure you, and
I shall look for a chance to repay the favor."
"That's all right," said Blake, and he tried to make his voice sound
hearty. "You are welcome to the light."
"A thousand thanks," murmured Mr. Labenstein, as he bowed himself out.
And then, when the door had closed on him and they had taken the
precaution of closing their transom, Joe burst out in a cautious whisper
with:
"What in the world did you let him take it for, Blake Stewart? Don't you
see what his game is?"
"Yes," was Blake's quiet answer; "I think I do."
"Well, then----"
"What is his game?" asked Charlie.
"I presume he wants to use the flash lamp to give a signal at night to
some German submarine," said Blake quietly--very quietly, under the
circumstances, it might seem.
"And you let him take a light for that?" cried Joe.
"Wait a bit!" advised Blake, and he smiled at his chum. "Do you know
anything about these flashlights, Joe?"
"A little--yes. I know a powerful one, like that you gave Labenstein,
can be seen a long way on a dark night.
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