The ironical thing was that my men, who under the command of Lieutenant Kling were still living like lords at Mopelia, were destined to have much better luck in getting a ship than my little party had had through all our terrible hardships. They caught a wireless message one day telling of our capture. So, fearing that their own whereabouts might soon be discovered, they hastily began to build a boat to sail away in, but, with the materials at their disposal, they were unable to construct anything like a seaworthy craft, capable of carrying that whole crowd. Then Dame Fortune smiled on them. A French square-rigged schooner sighted the island and the wreck of the _Seeadler_. "By Joe," exclaimed the captain, "we passed here six months ago and there was no wreck here! We may find castaways on the island. It looks as though we may find a good profit, too." You see, a captain gets a third of the value of any wreck, ship, or cargo, that he saves. The schooner quickly veered toward the island. It was a Sunday morning. On the island the men were sitting around, washing clothes, writing diaries, and so on. The chef was shooting snipe for dinner. Then the cry: "Ship ahoy." Kling took out a lifeboat with a boarding party, the strongest men he had, some of them the champion wrestlers. As they approached the schooner, the captain leaned over the rail and shouted down to them: "Don't row so hard, boys. We will come for you." Our sailors swarmed aboard. Pistols out. "Hands up!" The Frenchmen recognized the German uniform. "_Mon Dieu--des Allemands_. I turn off my course to save castaways and I am captured by the _Boches_! _Mon Dieu!_" The schooner was not big enough, nor had aboard provisions enough, for both the Germans and the prisoners. Kling decided to leave the prisoners, including the crew of the schooner, on the island, where they would be comfortable enough. When he was a week or so out, he would send a wireless that would bring ships to their rescue. So, the whole of Seeadler-town was given over to the prisoners, and the schooner sailed away. She was named the _Lutece_, but my men discovered that she had been the German ship, the _Fortuna_. She had been seized by the French during the war. So she got her old name back. She was German again--a German auxiliary cruiser. For Kling fully intended to go right on buccaneering. Three days after the _Fortuna_ sailed, our former prisoners saw a cloud of smoke on the horizon. Steaming at full speed, her funnels belching smoke, the Japanese cruiser, _Usuma_, steered to the island. On her bridge the admiral swore in Japanese. "By Joe, the Count fooled me all right. He told me the truth. There is the wreck, and there are his men. Everything except the _Manila_. He tricked me with the tale about the _Manila_." The Japanese found only men of the Allied nations. "Where are the Germans?"