"You put up a jolly stiff fight, anyhow." "I did my best," replied Farnworth modestly; "but it's beastly humiliating being collared like this, and not knowing how things are going. There's a Turkish bluejacket hanging about----" "I know," said Dick. "A fellow who made a point of stating that he was our friend. Why I can't make out." "He tells me we've had a proper set-back," continued the midshipman wearily. "Of course I don't know whether he's telling the truth or not, but he swears that the Turks have captured one of our submarines." "Rot!" ejaculated Crosthwaite derisively. "Captured? Not a bit of it. It's a lie." "Anyway there was a lot of heavy firing about five hours ago. It only lasted twenty minutes. The fellow swears that the submarine was stranded, and that they've captured officers and crew. The Turks hope to get the vessel off and take her to Constantinople." Dick looked serious. He had seen enough of war to know that often the improbable does happen, yet he could not understand how a British submarine could have been taken. Why should it have got into shoal water at all? he wondered. Just then Ahmed entered, accompanied by a "hakim" or native doctor. The latter, although unable to speak English, could converse fluently in French, a language with which both the Sub and the midshipman were well acquainted. Deftly the doctor unbound Dick's head and examined the contused scalp-wound. Then he did a like office to Farnworth, chatting affably the while on all kinds of subjects, the war excepted. Try as he would, without going straight to the point, Dick could not bring the doctor to say a word relating to the hostilities. "You are both progressing nicely," he declared. "By the day after to-morrow you will be fit to go out and take the air." No sooner had the medical man left than Ahmed took up his parable: "Me want to help Englis officers," he said. "Me good Ottoman and no like the Germans. We fight. Why? Because they make us. All fault of Young Turks. German officers, they bad mans. Some time I shoot one in de back." He paused to watch the result of his pro-British declaration. Finding that his listeners showed no signs of enthusiasm over his plans for ridding the world of at least one German officer, Ahmed continued: "Me know plenty Englis officers, when dey was in the Ottoman Navy. All gone now--hard cheese. Why you laugh?" "I was only smiling at your wonderful knowledge of the English language," replied Farnworth. "Yaas--wonerful, dat is so. Now I tell you dis; de German General, von Sanders, ordered you plis'ners to be sent to Skutari. Telim Pasha, he say 'no'. Telim Pasha friend of Englis and of Ahmed Djezzar. When Englis army come: how many soldiers?" Ahmed raised his eyebrows inquiringly. The Sub shook his head. "I don't know," he replied shortly. "P'laps twenty tousand?" "I haven't the faintest idea." For a brief instant Ahmed showed signs of disappointment.