"There isn't money enough across the Atlantic to hire us," Jack answered, bluntly. "And ze honneur--" "Honor? What would that word afterwards mean to Americans, Chevalier, after they had left their own country to serve another?" The Chevalier d'Ouray began to look as though he realized he had a harder task before him than he had expected. "So you see, sir," Jack went on, "it will not be in the least worth your while to try to tempt us. Come what will or may, we are under the American flag for life. You yourself, Chevalier, wouldn't leave the French flag to serve this country, Great Britain or Germany." "No; but zat is deeferent, for I, monsieur, am French." "And we are American," Jack responded. "I will leave you, now, zen, gentlemen," replied the Frenchman, in a tone of disappointment. "But I shall not go away before to-morrow. If you change ze mind--or weesh to hear w'at I have to mek ze offer--" "Thank you," nodded Jack. "But don't waste any more time on us, Chevalier. And now--good-bye!" The Chevalier d'Ouray shook hands with them all most gallantly. Eph felt somewhat ashamed of his late nonsense, and, to prove it, hit the Chevalier d'Ouray a friendly slap on one shoulder that set the Frenchman to coughing. "Say," muttered Jack, as the three now hurried along the street, "I begin to wish I had a good umbrella." "Humph! You'd look great with one," retorted Hal. "You, who have stood on the platform deck of a submarine for hours, steering unconcernedly, when the skies were trying to drown you." "But I feel," remonstrated Jack, "that it's soon going to rain foreign agents. I'd like to get in out of the international wet." "Oh, we won't see any more of these fellows," smiled Hal. "Now, there's just where I believe you're wrong, messmate," Jack contended. "These foreign governments hire detectives to watch each other. When we hear from one, we're likely to hear from the whole lot at once. Look around you, Eph. Do you see a Jap anywhere?" "Not a solitary jiu-jitsu fiend," responded Eph, after halting and staring both ways in turn along the street. "Well, Japan is about due," laughed Benson. "And now, let's get in through the gate of the shipyard. If any more of these foreign agents show up--well, there are two boats in the harbor that are in commission. We'll find an excuse to put to sea in one of them." "Just the youngsters I was going out to try to find," hailed Grant Andrews, foreman of the submarine construction work, as he hurried across the yard. "Mr. Farnum told me to get out and find you. He'd have sent some one else, but I guess the business is rather on the quiet." "Is he in his office?" queried Jack. "Yes." "Thank you; we'll go right in, then." "Now I wonder what country it is whose agent has gotten hold of Mr. Farnum?" asked Eph, plaintively. "Nonsense!" mocked Jack. "That's what we try to tell 'em all," mocked Eph. "But the Germans are the hardest."