A familiar voice sounded in the ears of Dick Monaghan as he swung up through the big shipyard at Bridgeford bound for the office of Superintendent Brown in the hope that he would find Captain Austin and his own chum, Jay Thacker, and learn from them some interesting news concerning the next move to be made in the game of deep-sea salvage. "All out for the _Jules Verne_!" It was a familiar phrase to every Brighton student. At the academy, it was always "all out" when the boys quit their books at night for a romp in the corridors before "lights out." "All out yourself, old chappie," retorted Dick. "And what's the good news this morning?" "The good news is that the _Jules Verne_ is ready for her maiden trip out into Long Island Sound, and we are bound thither, old boy, by the light of this afternoon's sun." Dick was pleased. They had been back nearly two weeks now from Cape May and the recovery of government plans from the lost U-boat. There had been some tedious delay in fitting out the new salvage ship with its finishing touches, and the inactivity had tried the mettle of the two lads. Eagerly they set their steps toward the offices of "Montey" Brown, the yard superintendent, intent upon procuring further and definite information. On the way they were accosted by "Laughing Larry" Seymour--"the original optimist" the boys had labeled him. "Look who's here!" chortled Jay as Larry came swinging along. For once the volatile Seymour was repressed. "Heard the news yet today?" Larry was all earnestness. "Sure, we know all about the _Jules Verne_--" Jay was in excellent spirits and not to be daunted by the changed demeanor of the usually debonair Seymour. "Naw, I don't mean the _Jules Verne_! I mean this." Larry snatched a newspaper from his pocket and was pointing to a glaring front page headline. "Spy Suspect Escapes Receiving Ship _Exeter's_ Brig at Charlestown Navy Yard in Boston--Carl Weddigen, Believed to be German Secret Service Emissary, Makes Getaway on Eve of Trial." It was a copy of the Providence _Journal_ that had come into Bridgeford by the morning mail. Seymour was ready to "blow up" with indignation. "What do you know about that!" he was groaning. Jay and Dick, their faces buried in the outspread sheet, read every detail of the news item. How their erstwhile shipmate, Carl Weddigen, he of the diamond-theft fame and the U-boat plot, had slipped his chains at Boston, dropped over the side of the _Exeter_ and successfully made his getaway. Within a few days he was to have been haled before a Naval Board of Inquiry; and both Jay and Dick were to have appeared as witnesses in the case. "Out of luck!" expostulated Jay. "Just after we round up that bird--then they let him slip away. Fine state of affairs."