"
Jack was marched off to the canal bank and, following the towpath for
a time, the party reached a small fishing village of not more than
thirty or forty huts built upon the banks of a stream that Jack
realized immediately was the same waterway up which he had made his
way to the wireless station. Now he was a mile or more inland from
the lagoon and the seacoast.
In the water, moored alongside a wharf, was a huge submarine---one of
the latest type of U-boat. This, no doubt, was its hiding place and
the rendezvous of other U-boats. Like a flash it occurred to the
American boy that he had penetrated, or rather had been escorted, into
the heart of one of the submarine bases.
"If I ever get out of this mess," he resolved to himself, "I'll put
Uncle Sam wise to this rat hole."
Down into the village he was led and directly to the headquarters of
the base officer. The party paused before a cottage that once had
been the happy home of a Belgian fisherman. The German lieutenant
tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow.
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