"What are we going to do?" asked Ted as Jack joined him in the torpedo
chamber.
"Haven't quite figured out yet, chum," answered his old Brighton
roommate. "I'll confess that things don't look very rosy for us, but
I'm not going to give up, nor will 'Little Mack' give up, until we
have thought this thing over for awhile."
They strolled from the torpedo chamber into the compartment fitted out
as the men's quarters and there came upon the party of German prisoners
lounging in their bunks, chatting in their own language. Jack could
understand one of them as speculating on the next move of the
Americans. In their midst sat their captain, Hans Schmidt, from Bremen,
he had told them. Jack paused and looked them over for a moment
ruefully.
"I suppose they are chuckling to themselves over our luck and thinking
how nicely they will escape when we go up above and hand ourselves
over as prisoners of war," suggested Ted.
"No doubt, chum, and they probably have the laugh on us right this
time," answered Jack solemnly.
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