In a
moment Jack was ushered into the presence of a corpulent German
naval captain with sleepy eyes, who looked without interest at the
youthful prisoner and yawned as he heard the story of the capture.
"Shoot the wireless man who fell asleep," he drawled. "Lock up the
boy for the present. I'm not in the mood to cross examine a young
spy." And yawning again he waved dismissal.
Jack was conducted to an old boat house that in the days before the
war had been used by the Belgian fishermen as a repair shop for
their fishing craft. He was glad of a chance to rest. The ropes
had bound his legs and arms painfully, and his muscles ached from
the battering he had received in the sea while making his escape
from the _Dewey_. The _Dewey_! Jack thought now of his good old
ship and wondered what "Little Mack" and the rest of the boys were
doing.
Completely tired out, he climbed into a dilapidated old fishing dory
and stretched himself out in the bottom of the boat. Using a
tarpaulin for a cover, he made himself as comfortable as possible
and dozed off.
Pages:
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187