On either side could be dimly observed the black shapes of the
convoying destroyers.
"Where are they?" asked Joe, in a whisper. "The traitors!"
"I don't know--we'll have to look," was Blake's answer. They looked
along the deck, but saw no one, and were about to turn to the other end
of the craft when a figure stepped out from the shadow of a boat and
sharply challenged them.
"Who are you--what do you want?" was asked.
It was one of the ship's crew assigned to night-watch. Blake knew him
slightly, having, at the man's request one day, showed him something of
the workings of a moving picture camera.
"We came up looking for two gentlemen who have the staterooms opposite
ours," Blake answered, resolving to "take a chance" in the matter.
"Lieutenant Secor and Mr. Labenstein," he added. "Have you seen them?"
"Yes; they came up to get a bit of air, they said," answered the sailor.
"I saw them a little while ago. You will find them up near the bow. Do
not show a light, whatever you do, and light no matches. If you wish to
smoke you must go below."
"Thanks, we don't smoke," Joe answered, with a low laugh. "But we'll be
careful about lights."
"All right," answered the sailor.
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