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Page 49
"That Captain was some quick, too," said Beany.
"They tripped and fell, and went rolling all over the place.
That was when I most tipped the boat over. I forgot my levers,
watching them and wondering if we would all get killed before the
thing was over. Once they broke loose and came up, one each side
of the table and the Captain leveled his revolver and pulled the
trigger but it didn't fire. Guess it jammed or something.
Anyhow, in the second that it refused to work, Louie was across
the table and at him again. He was sure mad now. There was
regular froth at the corners of his mouth, and he reached out as
he clinched and clawed the whole side of the Captain's face off.
Gosh!
"Then all at once the Captain got his right arm loose, and he
brought round like lightning, and pressed the muzzle of the
revolver right against Louie's side and bang! off she went.
Louie never spoke, just grunted, and crumpled down on the floor.
The Captain looked at him a minute, and then he dropped into a
chair himself; and I tell you by that time he looked as though he
did need a bracer. He was all in. Louie would have killed him
sure as sure if he hadn't shot him.
"Nobody spoke or said anything. The Captain sat there a long
time, just panting and staring down at Louie. Then he looked at
me, and said, 'He had it coming to him. Can you run that engine
and not turn turtle?"
"And I said, 'Sure!' Then he said something in German to the
men. He talked and talked, but of course we couldn't tell what
he said. Presently four of them took Louie and laid him in the
torpedo chute, and there he was; and nobody paid any more
attention to him than if he wasn't there at all. Gee, it was
awful!"
CHAPTER XV
A SPY ON BOARD
Porky rubbed a hand across his eyes, as though to shut out a
disagreeable sight. Beany shook his head. The boys evidently
hated the pictures that memory drew.
"Let's have the rest of it, boys," said the Captain of the
Firefly. "We may as well have the whole thing at once."
"Well!" said Porky 'sighing, "that's how things went until
to-day--or I guess it was yesterday, wasn't it? Anyhow, I can't
tell just when anything happened. All I know is that everybody
was just as though they were strung on wires.
"And that Captain got uglier and uglier. He talked German to the
men, and then he would turn around and speak the best English you
ever heard. It seemed awfully funny. He knew a lot of people
back home, all the high-brows, and when he got pretty full, he
would commence to sing. And say he had that Caruso guy lashed to
the mast, I bet. He sang love stuff, and sob stuff, and a lot of
opera stuff that sounded like gargling. Gee, it was great!
"Then he would make me and Beany stand at attention, and he would
tell us all about the German army, and how strong it is, and all
about their navy, and how we just had to be wiped off the map.
The United States, I mean, and he would make us repeat all sorts
of statistics about what the Germans had won and done."
"He said there was one chance in a million of our escaping," said
Beany, "and he wanted us to have a lot of inside dope to tell our
people. Of course it was all brag, almost every bit of it. We
could see one thing. Those fellows were all sore. They didn't
know what at, but they were sore just the same. Our fellows are
never like that."
"You bet they are not!" said Porky, fondly and proudly. "The
difference is plain as the nose on your face. I tell you what I
did do; I made some little drawings of some of the things we
heard. Sort of plans they were talking over. But you can see
the submarine yourselves. You say she is safe."
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