til you've looked
the ground over. American strategy--yes, that's the name."

Laughing, as he straightened up, Jack turned away from the shaft

"And aren't you going to throw him down a rope, or do something to help
the poor fellow out?" demanded the same indignant woman.

"Not in view of his line of offense, madame," Benson replied, raising
his cap.

"Offense? What did he do?"

To the whole party Jack explained how Kamanako, that same morning, had
been caught spying upon the controlling mechanisms of the submarine boat.
All the young skipper's hearers were satisfied, then, to leave the
Japanese there to work his own way out, since no one feels any sorrow
over the punishment of a spy.

"Gunpowder and doughnuts! But you did get square," chuckled Eph, as the
submarine party turned back to the automobiles.

"So that Japanese was a spy, you said?" murmured Mlle. Nadiboff, in a
low tone, as they walked along.

"Yes, beyond a doubt," Jack assured her.

"It must seem strange to be a spy," murmured the young woman. "It must
give one a strange feeling."

"Yes, and a mighty mean feeling," agreed Jack, coolly.

As he spoke he raised his eyes carelessly to her face. He did not make
the glance so significant as to betray his real thoughts.

Mlle. Nadiboff did not flinch nor change color under that brief scrutiny.
Instead, she appeared to be almost lost in thought as she walked along.

Suddenly she clutched at the young captain's arm.

"I wonder if you would do something very great, to please me?" she
murmured, questioningly.

"I'd certainly like to have you try me," responded Jack Benson, in an
equally low tone. He spoke the truth, too, for he believed that this
charming but dangerous companion was scheming some sudden move in her
plans as, a spy. He wanted to find out what that move would be. Above
all, if it were possible, he wanted to get knowledge of which foreign
country she represented.

"Won't you contrive to drive alone with me in my car, when we reach
it?" she whispered, coaxingly.

"And leave your chauffeur behind, also?" asked Jack, smiling.

"That will not be necessary. I do not mind him. But I have much that
I wish to say to you, my Captain. As for your friend--pardon me, but he
is dull, and--"

"Quiet, I think you mean, Mademoiselle," interposed Jack. "Hal's
worst enemy, if he had one, would hardly call him dull."

"Anyway, my Captain," murmured the young woman, "he does not interes