"Wonder where we are bound, anyhow?" said Harris. "Don't know," said Frank. "I'll try and find out as soon as we can go on deck--providing they allow us on deck." "The commander said we would have the freedom of the ship," returned Harris. "So he did. Hurry and dress then." Half an hour later, refreshed by a bath and food, the three made their way on deck, where they found the young German officer who had escorted them to their cabin. They approached him and the latter received them cordially. "Wonder if you would tell us where we are bound?" asked Frank, with a smile. "Certainly," was the reply. "Our destination is Bremen." "Bremen, eh?" said Jack. "What will they do with us there?" "Probably turn you over to the military authorities to take care of you until the end of the war." "Looks like our fighting days are over," said Harris, sadly. The young German smiled. "Seems to me you should be rather glad of that," he returned. "After your defeat off Jutland you should be willing to cry for peace." "Defeat!" exclaimed Frank. "Why, the Germans got the worst of it. You know that." "Oh, no we didn't," said the young officer. "The greater part of the British fleet was sent to the bottom. Our losses were insignificant." "Were you there?" asked Frank. "Why, no," said the German, "but----" "Well, we were there," said Frank. "Therefore, we know something about it. I give you my word that I saw one German dreadnaught, two battle cruisers and four cruisers sunk with my own eyes. Also I saw half a dozen destroyers sent to the bottom and two Zeppelins shot down." "Impossible!" exclaimed the young German officer. "The official report of the battle gives our losses as two destroyers and a single cruiser, while the greater part of the British fleet was sunk." "Where is the German fleet now?" asked Frank. "Back in Heligoland. Some of the vessels are in need of slight repairs." "Why didn't they keep going after that great victory?" Frank wanted to know. "Why, I can't say. Probably had orders not to proceed too far immediately." "I can tell you why," said Frank. "I wish you would," said the young officer. "The reason," replied Frank, "is perfectly simple. It's because the main British fleet is out there waiting for you fellows. After we chased your fleet back----" "But you didn't chase us back. We retired when the battle was won." "Oh, you retired when the battle was won, eh?" "Yes; that's what the official report says." "But it doesn't say who won the battle, does it?" asked Frank, with a grin, in which his friends were forced to join. The young officer gazed from one to another, and Frank continued: "Now, I'll tell you something you don't seem to know. We were pursuing the German fleet when two of our vessels crashed in the fog. That's how we happen to be here now." "But I tell you that is not possible," protested the German. "It may not have been considered possible," returned Frank, "but it's a fact, all the same."