CHAPTER XXIII

AN UNKNOWN FRIEND

Bremen. The greatest of all German shipping centers, and, before the

outbreak of the European war, one of the greatest seaports in the whole

world.

Even on the third day of June, 1916, when the German warship on which

Jack, Frank and Harris were prisoners steamed into Bremen the port was

alive with activity. Great German merchant ships, useless since the war

began, appeared deserted, but other and smaller craft dashed hurriedly

hither and yon.

"Why all the excitement?" was Frank's comment, as the three stood well

forward while the warship steamed through the harbor.

"Several reasons, I guess," said Jack. "One is that half of these small

vessels ply between Bremen and Scandinavian ports in spite of the

British blockade; and the other reason probably is the fact that the

city is celebrating the great naval victory."

"Naval victory?"

"Sure; the battle of Jutland. The German people have been told that the

German fleet won; and now the people are celebrating. See all those

flags? Why else would they be displayed so profusely?"

"Because Germany is at war," said Frank.

"Oh, no they wouldn't. You remember we were in Hanover once while the

war was in progress. You didn't see all those flags about like that."

"I guess you're right."

At that moment a German officer approached the three friends.

"I've something of interest to show you," he said; "something that will

be of interest to all the world presently."

"We shall be glad to see it, whatever it may be," replied Jack,

courteously.

"Look over the side there," said the German, pointing. "Do you see that

long, low shape in the water?"

"Why, yes," said Frank. "Looks like a submarine."

"That's what it is. Can you make out the name?"

The three friends peered at the object closely.

"D-e-u-t-s-c-h-l-a-n-d," Frank spelled it out.

"Yes, the _Deutschland_" replied the German officer; "and, within a

month, the whole world will be talking about her."

"What's she going to do?" asked Frank. "Sink the whole British fleet?"

The German officer smiled.

"No," he replied quietly. "The _Deutschland_ will be the first of a

fleet of merchant submarines to ply between Bremen and the United

States."

"What?" exclaimed Jack, in the utmost surprise. "You mean that

submarine will try and run the English channel and make for the United

States?"

"Exactly."

"But it's impossible," said Frank.

"Not at all," returned the German. "You may remember that German

submarines made their way to the Dardanelles safely. The only

difference will be that the _Deutschland_ will go unarmed. She will

carry a cargo of dyestuffs and other commodities of which the United

States is in need."

"Well, she may try it, but I don't believe she'll get there," said

Harris.

"Nor I," declared Jack.

But Frank wasn't so sure. An American, he had not the strong prejudice

of his two companions.

"It will be a great feat if she can accomplish it," the lad said.

"It will, indeed," said the German, "and she will accomplish it."

"One thing, though," said Frank, "she won't be able to carry a very

valuable cargo. She's too small."

"She'll carry a cargo worth more than $2,000,000," said the German

officer, "and in payment she will bring back gold and securities, and

you may know that Germany is in need of cash."

"By Jove!" exclaimed Frank. "We'll have to admit that you Germans are

progressive. We may not like to admit it, but it's a fact all the

same."

"I thank you," said the German with a low bow.

"Well, we're obliged to you for showing us the _Deutschland_, at all

events," said Jack, "and I want to say that if by any chance she does

reach the United States you may be well proud of her."

"I second that," declared Harris.

Again the German bowed low.

"Now," said Frank, "as we have passed beyond sight of the

_Deutschland_, perhaps you can tell me what is to be done with us?"

"As it happens, I can," was the reply. "I heard the captain inform

Lieutenant von Ludwig that you will be put in his charge. He has

instructions to see you safe in the hands of the military authorities

in Berlin, where most of the captured British and French officers are

being held."

"Pretty tough, Jack," said Frank.

The German officer overheard this remark, although he perhaps did not

catch the exact meaning.

"You will be well treated," he said.

"I've no doubt of that," declared Jack.

The German officer left them.

Jack turned to Frank.

"Say!" he exclaimed, "are you thinking of turning German directly?"

"What's that?" demanded Frank, in surprise.

"I just wondered when you were going to take up the arms for the

Kaiser. The way you have been praising all things German recently, I

don't know what to make of you. The _Deutschland_, for instance."

Frank smiled.

"I just don't happen to be a hard-headed John Bull," he replied.

"Hard headed, am I?" exclaimed Jack. "I've a notion to shake some of

that German sympathy out of you."

"You know I haven't any German sympathies," said Frank. "But I believe

in giving credit where credit is due."

"Well, there is no credit due there. You know that is just some cock

and bull story. The Germans will never dare such a thing."

"I'm not so sure," said Frank, quietly.

"Well, it will never get across the sea if the attempt is made."

"Maybe not, maybe yes," said Frank, with a grin.

"Well----"

What Jack might have replied Frank never learned, for at that moment

another German officer accosted them. He was the man who was so

strangely familiar to Jack and Frank.

"You will be ready to accompany me the moment we dock, sirs," he said.

"All right," Frank agreed. "We'll be ready."

They descended to their cabin where they donned the clothing they had

worn when picked up from the sea. Then they returned on deck.

The great warship now was nearing the dock, backing in. Slowly she drew

close to the pier and then finally her engines ceased. A gangplank was

lowered and men began to disembark.

The officer who was to conduct the three prisoners to Berlin tapped

Jack on the shoulder.

"Whenever you are ready," he said quietly.

"We're ready now," returned Jack.

"Then precede me ashore," was the reply. "By the way, I might as well

advise you that there is no use of attempting to escape. I have my gun

handy and will drop either of you at the first false step."

"Don't worry, we have no intention of trying to escape--not right here

in broad daylight," said Frank.

"Very good. Let us move."

Slowly they made their way down the gang plank and ashore. There a line

of automobiles waited. The officer motioned his prisoners into the

largest of these and gave instructions to the driver. He took a seat

beside Jack.

As the automobile started down the street, Jack glanced at his captor

sharply.

"Surely I have seen you some place before, sir?" the lad said.

The officer shrugged his shoulders.

"Who knows?" he said and became silent.

"Deuced uncommunicative sort of a fellow," said Jack to himself. "But I

know I've come in contact with him some place. It may come to me

later."

The automobile drew up in front of a large stone house and the officer

motioned his prisoners out. He spoke to his chauffeur.

"Keep your gun handy and follow me," he instructed.

The driver nodded and stepped alongside the officer, who motioned the

three friends up the steps ahead of him. Inside he motioned them into a

parlor and then dismissed his chauffeur.

"Now," he said, "I want your promises not to try to escape."

"Sorry, sir, but we can't do that," replied Frank, quietly.

"Come! Don't be fools!" exclaimed their captor, sharply.

He walked to the door and peered out. Then, walking close to Frank and

Jack, he said quietly:

"If you will give me your promises to make no attempt to escape before

tomorrow night, I shall not have you guarded."

Both lads started back in surprise, for the man had spoken in English

and without the trace of an accent.

"Great Scott!" exclaimed Frank. "You must be an Englishman."

The man laid a finger to his lips.

"Sh-h-h!" he warned. "Walls have ears, you know. So you don't know me?"

The lads gazed at him closely.

"I know I have seen you some place," declared Jack.

"So have I," said Frank.

"And to think that they don't know me," said the man, half to himself.

Then he addressed them again.

"I guess it is as well that you have not recognized me, but did I not

know you so well I would not say what I am about to say. That is this.

I am an Englishman and I am here on an important business. Tomorrow

night I shall return to England. Give me your words to remain quiet

here until then, in the meantime not trying to learn my identity, and

you shall all go with me. Is it a bargain?"

Frank looked at the man sharply. Was he fooling them? Well, the lad

decided, they had everything to gain and nothing to lose.

"Very well," the lad said. "You have my promise not to attempt to

escape before tomorrow night."

"And mine," said Jack.

"And mine," declared Harris.

"Very well. Then I shall leave you for the moment."

The man stalked from the room and closed the door behind him.

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