The German did as commanded and soon the little boat was leaping lightly over the waves. "Take the helm, Frank," said Jack. Frank relieved Harris, who had been performing this duty. "Got your pocket compass, Frank?" asked Jack. "Yes." "Keep your course due south, then." "All right, sir," said Frank, with a smile. "Harris," said Jack, "I want you to stand guard over these sailors for a few minutes. I want to have a talk with our latest arrival. I'll be with you in a few minutes." Harris stepped forward. "Ought to have a gun, I suppose," he said. "I guess not," said Jack. "You and I together should be able to hold these fellows in check." "Sure; unless they hit us over the head with an oar when we're not looking." "But one of us must always be looking," said Jack, quietly. "Well, that's not a bad idea. I'll keep my eyes open." Jack moved to the side of the German who had been the last to get into the boat. His wound had been bound up as well as possible under the circumstances and he sat quietly, looking out over the water. "What vessel was that?" asked Jack. "_Hanover_" was the reply. "What was the trouble?" "Shot pierced our boiler room in the battle. Returning, we were lost from the main fleet in the fog. Our wireless wouldn't work. Fire broke out and we were unable to check the flames. When they reached the magazine she exploded." "I see," said Jack. "It's fortunate you weren't drawn under with the ship." "I was," said the German, briefly. "What?" exclaimed Jack. "Yes. I was drawn under. I thought I was done for. But, under the surface of the sea there was a second explosion. I felt myself flying up through the water and then I shot into the air. When I came down I was not far from your boat. I called for help." "By Jove! you have had an experience few can boast of," said Jack. "I wouldn't care to go through it." "Nor I--again," said the German. "Now," said Jack, "perhaps you can tell me the nearest way to shore." The German considered. "I am not a navigator," he said, "I was only a minor officer aboard the _Hanover_. But I heard the captain say we were almost 100 miles from the nearest coast line. I am afraid you will not be able to make it in this boat, if your water is as scarce as you say." "By Jove!" said Jack, "we've got to make it. We don't want to drown out here." "It's not always what we like," said the German officer, sententiously. "That's true enough," agreed Jack, "but I have a feeling I was not born to be drowned. We'll find a way out." "I hope so. However, should you go ashore directly south of here you would be within German lines and you would be made a prisoner." "Can't help that," said Jack. "I'd much rather be a live prisoner than a dead sailor." The German smiled in spite of his wound, which, it was plain to all, was giving him great pain. "Of course," he said, "there is always the possibility of a passing ship."