Acting under von Riesser's instructions the _Myra's_ anchor was let go, the tramp bringing up at a cable's length from her captor, and so close to the shore that when she swung her stern was within forty yards of the cliff. The water here was ten fathoms deep, the shore being steep-to, but in spite of the depth the bottom could be clearly seen. "Suppose you vant to go 'shore, hein?" asked Unter-leutnant Klick. "No tricks. Plenty of shark about." The German was right. Already the surface of the lagoon in the vicinity of the two ships was furrowed with diverging lines of ripples as the black dorsal fins of numerous tigers of the deep cleft the water. "No, I don't think I want to bathe, lieutenant," remarked Captain Pennington. "It hardly looks tempting." Kaspar Klick laughed boisterously. "You see even der shark is der ally of Zhermany," he said. "The information does not astonish me one little bit," rejoined the master of the _Myra_. "Vot you mean?" demanded the under-leutnant, instinctively guessing that he had made a verbal blunder. At that moment, when the German was beginning to exhibit signs of anger, another signal was made from the _Pelikan_, ordering the _Myra_ to ship as much additional cargo from her captor as she could carry. Until sunset the work progressed. Under threats from their captors the British crew were turned up from below and compelled to assist in handing and stowing the gear, for it was von Riesser's intention to lighten his vessel as much as possible, so as to attempt the inner bar at least a couple of days before the new moon. Night put an end to the day's work, for not a light that could be visible from seaward was shown. The two subs slept badly. Their cabin accommodation was indifferent compared with that on board the _Pelikan_, for Unter-leutnant Klick had appropriated the skipper's quarters, and Pennington and his chief engineer were obliged to share the small space that had been the mate's cabin, while that officer was told to occupy the same cabin in which Denbigh and O'Hara were placed. They lacked the ventilating fan and the liberal air space. The cabin was low and stuffy. It had no direct communication with the outside air, as it opened into the state-room, where in normal times the _Myra's_ officers used to have their meals. At present that limited space was still further restricted by the huge cases of military stores removed from the _Pelikan_. These had been struck down the hatchway and carried aft, where they remained under the charge of an armed sentry. "Those fellows think they've got us safely under lock and key," said the mate, a burly North-countryman of the name of Armstrong. "They don't know that each officer of this hooker has a duplicate key to his cabin. I took jolly good care to keep mine, and I know where to put my hand on the key to this one. To-morrow, now I know how we're berthed, I'll get that key."