boat momentarily drawing nearer the swimmer.

In a short time the boat rounded to, losing her way in the water. A sharp
skiff was quickly launched over the side. Into this tumbled two men. They
soon covered the distance between their vessel and the swimmer. Without
difficulty they succeeded in assisting Mackinder into the skiff, then put
quickly back to the sailing vessel.

"Ah, he's safe at any rate!" gladly stated Ned. "Now we can go on and
finish our voyage in peace! I'm glad he's gone!"

"So am I!" declared Jimmie. "He's a good fellow as one might say, but
he's too awfully stuck on getting some information for that bloomin'
Hinglish Harmy, don't you know!"

"That's hardly fair, Jimmie!" laughed Ned. "He didn't drop his 'H's' and
he did only what he considered his duty."

"He will probably get that fisherman to set him ashore on English soil as
soon as possible," conjectured Jack. "Suppose we follow them."

"What for?" asked Harry. "Why should we chase after those chaps?"

"Unless we do something of the sort, we'll have to go at it blindly!"
urged Jack. "We don't really know where we are!"

"That's so," admitted Harry reluctantly. "We haven't a chart nor a
course. We don't know how far we are from anywhere at all!"

"We might keep on steering just as we started," stated Frank. "I believe
southeast was the course we used coming away from Helgoland."

"That course would surely bring us up somewhere," put in Ned, "but it
would be much better if we could find out exactly where we are. Then we
could steer a course with intelligence."

"Aw, what do we need of a chart?" scorned Jimmie. "We know that England
lies to the southwest of us. It's big enough so we can't miss it. If we
blunder into the coast we can just cruise along a ways until we come to
some place or other and then head in."

"That's a good idea, too," agreed Frank. "When we get to a port we can
turn the submarine over to the English authorities as a prize of war.
They'll probably be glad enough to get the machine."

"Then we'll head for the little old U. S. A.!" cried Jimmie.

"You're right we will. When we get there, we'll chase ourselves out to
Long Island. The first thing I'll do will be to get the factory started
on another engine like the Grey Eagle's!" declared Harry.

"Good enough! Now let's be 'wenting'!" added Jimmie.

"But, boys," objected Ned, "this hit or miss fashion of navigating is not
correct. Something may happen to change our