On February 6th we captured another vessel, the English steamer _Flamenco_, four thousand six hundred and twenty-nine tons register. She met our advances by using her wireless. We retorted with a few well-directed shells, and this quickly brought her to her senses, especially as she had caught on fire. The crew rushed to the boats, one of which upset, and about twenty men fell into the water. This is no joke in this region, where sharks abound, and we were genuinely pleased when our prize-crew succeeded in fishing all, save one man, out of the waves. While preparations were being made to sink the _Flamenco_, I summoned her captain and remonstrated with him for having used his wireless, an act which had provoked us into firing. He replied that his duty was to thwart our plans, just as much as mine was to capture his boat. One of the neutrals transferred on board the _Moewe_ confirmed our suspicion that we were being tracked. He told us that the English cruiser _Glasgow_ had overtaken them the previous day and had warned them of the danger of an encounter with the _Moewe_. At first we were inclined to doubt the story, for up to now we had neither seen nor heard of this cruiser. On developing some photographic plates seized on board the _Flamenco_, however, we made the acquaintance of this English cruiser. We must have unwittingly passed each other in the night. We continued our voyage in splendid weather, though the heat was insufferable. Good luck was slow in coming. But one afternoon, shortly after five, we caught sight of a vessel, and quickly went in pursuit. She proved to be the Norwegian _Estrella_, so we let her go. On this occasion we once more changed the aspect of the _Moewe_. For days after that we only saw flying-fish, water, and passing clouds. But on Sunday, after having the whole day in vain searched the horizon, towards evening we perceived a cloud of smoke. We hurried forward, but, unfortunately, it was quite dark before we overtook the steamer. Our request for her name remained for a time without an answer. Then came the reply: "_Heraclide_." This was disconcerting, for Lloyd's Register contained no such name. We repeated our question and received the same answer: "_Heraclide_." "What nationality?" "Good friend." "What line?" Deep silence. Now we knew how to act. If the boat had claimed to be a neutral, I should have let her go unmolested. On the other hand, a neutral would never have given such an equivocal reply, so, of course, she could only be an "Engländer." I ordered her to stop. While we slowed down, the steamer suddenly accelerated her movements in an evident attempt to escape. That put an end to my patience. We sent a shell in her direction, and I heard the captain ironically inquire: "What did you shoot at?"