"Your papers are all right, Captain," said the search officer, "but you will have to wait here for an hour until you get a signal to proceed." "All right, Mister Officer." One of my boys, who was of a pessimistic turn of mind, heard this. As he walked away from my cabin he said out loud to himself: "Everything is lost." Down below were the members of my other crew, waiting in the dark. They were right beneath the floor of the deck, straining their ears to catch any word that might give them an idea how things were going on deck. They heard the exclamation, "Everything is lost," and took it for the official word that we were discovered and for the command to do what was to be done in that case. They lit the fuses of the three bombs that were to blow up the ship, and waited for the hatches to be opened to let them on deck to the boats. The fuses would burn for fifteen minutes. The British were in their boat now, trying to push off. But you can't hold a sailing ship in one place like a steamer. She keeps drifting. And the suction of the _Seeadler_ as she drifted held their boat so it couldn't get away. What was still worse, it kept slipping aft, and if it got under our stern, they would have been sure to see our propeller. A sailship with a propeller? Yes, sometimes, but we would have been done for, as there was nothing to that effect in our papers. Seizing a rope, I tossed it overboard toward them. "Take the rope, Mister Officer, take the rope," I shouted as though clumsily trying to help them. That made them look up, so that the rope might not fall on their heads. I heaved the rope just as they were sliding around our stern and away. The officers thanked me, and one of them, angry with his men for not being able to push the boat off, exclaimed: "I have only fools on my boat." "Yes, maybe you have," I thought, "and maybe you are the worst-fooled one of all!" My stomach was quite normal now. I was so happy that I even felt as though I could digest that quid of tobacco. The men on deck felt like cheering and singing, but they had orders to go on about their jobs as though nothing unusual had been going on, until the cruiser was far and away. They just grinned, but so broad were the grins that I thought they would split their faces. My first thought was to bring the happy news to the boys in the darkness down below. I went to one of the secret hatches, which they had fastened from within. "Open," I shouted. There were vague sounds below. "Open up," I called again. Then I heard a muffled voice say: "Open the flood valves." "What's that?" I yelled. "What's the matter? Open the hatch!" The hatch opened. I saw troubled faces. I could hear water rushing into the ship. "By Joe," I shouted, "are you trying to sink my boat?" I could hear men running below to all parts of the ship. I climbed down roaring. One of the men spoke up. "They are cutting the fuses and closing the flood valves."