He sat up in his bunk. His head seemed to be splitting. Everything in view was slowly moving to and fro with a semicircular motion. "What the deuce have I been up to?" he soliloquized. "Where was I last night? By Jove, I must have had another touch of that rotten malaria." Presently the erratic movements of his surroundings quieted down. He became aware that Denbigh and Stirling, lying in their bunks on the other side of the cabin, were still sleeping and breathing stertorously. "Now how in the name of goodness did those fellows get into my cabin?" asked the puzzled Irishman, for he was under the impression that he was on board the _Nichi Maru_. "Has someone been having a rag?" From the alley-way came the sound of voices. He listened. The speakers were making use of a foreign language. It was not the soft, pleasing Japanese tongue--something harsh and guttural. "German!" ejaculated O'Hara. "By my blessed namesake I remember it all now." He leapt from his bunk and, crossing the cabin, shook Denbigh by the shoulders. The Sub's only reply was a grunt of semi-conscious expostulation. O'Hara turned his attentions to the Scot. "Fore!" muttered Stirling, engrossed in the joys of a round of golf in dreamland. "More like twelve, be jabbers," retorted O'Hara. "The sun's well over the fore-yard. Show a leg and shine, you lazy bounder." The discipline imbued in the old Dartmouth College was too strong to resist the nautical invitation to get up. Stirling rolled from his bunk--fortunately it was the underneath one--and subsided heavily upon the floor. "Pull yourself together, man," counselled O'Hara. "Those rotten Huns have been hocussing our grub." "If they have, they have," muttered the imperturbable Stirling. "That's no reason why you should bellow into my ear like a ninety-thousand horse-power siren." Leaving the Sub huddled upon the floor O'Hara proceeded to dress. Suddenly he exclaimed: "The dirty spalpeens! They've been to my pockets while I was asleep." This announcement literally electrified his companion, for Stirling remembered that he had over twenty pounds in Australian sovereigns in his purse. Alas! The gold had vanished. "Your pistol?" asked Stirling. The Irishman whipped his uniform cap from a hat-peg. "It's there," he reported. "And might you be wanting it to let daylight into the fellow who collared your cash?" "Not much use without cartridges," replied Stirling savagely. "It might have got us into hot water if they had found it. Better pitch it through the port-hole, old man, before it lands you in queer street." "No fear," declared O'Hara. "It may come in handy some day." Some time elapsed before the two men were able to rouse Denbigh from his stupor. He, too, discovered that a small amount of gold that he happened to have on him at the time of the capture of the _Nichi Maru_ had been taken from him. Some silver and a few Japanese coins had been left.