In the dining-room were found three men in dingy blue uniforms, who appeared to be ship's officers. The oldest, who scowled hardest at the same time, Dave took to be the skipper. "You command this ship?" Darrin inquired. "If you say so," replied the man addressed. "You must, for you are the fellow who ordered me to send my ship away," Darrin smiled grimly. "Are you a German?" "None of your business. Why have you killed two of our crew and hurt others?" "Drop that nonsense," Darrin retorted, sternly. "You know why we fired on you. And your men slightly wounded two of mine." "We had a right to," scowled the other. "You'll know better, by the time you've reached a British prison," Dave rejoined. "Men, place these three fellows under arrest. Search them." Only the man who appeared to be the craft's master resisted being searched. He swung at one of the sailors, but Darrin jumped in, knocking him down and holding him to the floor. "Put irons on this scoundrel," he ordered, sharply, a command so quickly obeyed that almost instantly the defiant one found himself manacled. Then Dave yanked the fellow to his feet. "You are a bully," growled the prisoner. "I am," mocked Dave, "when I have fellows of your stripe to handle. Men, you'd better iron that pair, too. They belong to the same outfit." None of the three proved to have any arms on his person. "Now, where are the members of your crew?" Dave demanded of the manacled skipper. "Find them!" came the surly retort. "In what business is this ship engaged?" "Find out!" "Bring these prisoners out on deck," Darrin commanded. Then, as the order was obeyed, Darrin made his way to the bridge. "Boatswain's mate, pipe all hands on deck," he directed. Shrilly the whistle sounded at the lips of the petty officer. But no men came to answer. "We'll try other tactics, then," Darrin smiled. Stepping to the wheel-house door he pulled it open. Inside was evidence of the havoc that the machine gun fire had worked there. Everything had been riddled, including the helmsman, who lay dead on the floor. At this moment, however, Dave had no time to do more than glance at the dead man. Reaching for the whistle he blew a long blast, and caused the fire bell to be rung, the signal to stand by to abandon ship. That brought seamen and stokers trooping to the deck, until more than thirty had so appeared. "Does any man among you understand English?" Darrin called down as he leaned over the rail in front of the wheel-house. "I do," came from one of the crew. "Then inform your mates that this craft has been seized as lawful prize of the United States Navy. Where is your boatswain?" "That's me," said the same speaker, gruffly. "Very good. Deliver my message to the crew. Then make sure that all hands are on deck. If you deceive me you will be held sternly to account for trickery." "All here," reported the boatswain, after a quick count, "except the cook and his helpers."