But he refused to say anything at all of Cousin Emil. Whether it really was Franz Eberhardt’s cousin with whom the Navy Boys and “Willum” Johnson had had their adventure, the fact remained that as far as the boys knew, a German spy was at large in England, And he had information in his possession that might possibly injure Mr. Belding and his affairs. The Seacove boys were all now interested in the sailing of the _Redbird_. If Whistler’s two sisters alone had been sailing for Bahia the others would have felt a personal anxiety in the matter. “Wish the old _Colodia_ was going to convoy that _Redbird_,” Al Torrance said. “Eh, fellows?” “By St. Patrick’s piper that played the last snake out of Ireland!” declared Frenchy Donahue, “’twould be the foinest of luck if she was.” “Oi! oi! Ain’t it so?” murmured Ikey. “And that Alice Morgan such a pretty girl! I hope that _Redbird_ gets to Bahia safe.” “As far as we can hear,” said Whistler cheerfully, “there are neither submarines nor raiders now in the Western Atlantic. They seem to have been chased out, boys.” This supposition, however, did not prove to be founded on fact; for on the very next occasion that the _Colodia_ was in the French port, Brest, there was much excitement regarding a new German raider reported to have got out of Zeebrugge and run to the southward, doing damage on small craft along the French coast. This was before the British Captain Carpenter with the _Vindictive_ bottled up that outlet of German ships. Some denied that it was a raider at all, but a big, new submarine that was built with upperworks to look like a steam carrier when she was on the surface. However, she had a name, it being the _Sea Pigeon_, instead of a letter and number. The whole fleet of destroyers was soon on the lookout for this strange vessel, and the American commanders offered liberal rewards to the owners of the sharp eyes who first spotted the new Hun terror of the seas. The _Colodia_ went to sea to meet a new convoy from America, “all set” as the boys said, to make a killing if they ran across the _Sea Pigeon_. “Well, we got the _Graf von Posen_,” Ikey Rosenmeyer said, with cheerful optimism, “so why not this here _Pigeon_ ship? We’re the boys that bring home the bacon, aren’t we?” “Aw, Ikey!” groaned Frenchy Donahue. “Can’t you ever forget you were brought up in a delicatessen shop? ‘Bring home the bacon,’ indade!” CHAPTER XII--WIRELESS WHISPERS On duty with the morning watch, just after sick call at half past eight, Phil Morgan and George Belding met right abaft the radio station. There was half an hour or so before the divisions would be piped to fall in for muster and inspection, and the two friends could chat a little. “Well, the folks are on the sea, as we are, Phil, if the _Redbird_ sailed as per schedule,” Belding said. “I sha’n’t feel really happy till we hear they are at Bahia,” responded Whistler, shaking his head.