"I've caught a dirty spy at work overhauling our mechanisms," replied
the young submarine boat commander.

With something of a snarl Kamanako turned as though to spring at Benson
again. The sight of Williamson, immovable as a piece of marble, yet
holding that revolver suggestively, cooled the Japanese ardor.

"How will it do, Captain," queried Hal, "if I pass the word to the
gunboat and, have a file of marines come over to take charge of this
spy?"

"First rate," clicked Benson, and Kamanako looked decidedly uneasy. He
had his own reasons why he didn't care to be placed under arrest by
United States troops.

Eph, striking on his head, had been knocked senseless. He was too
strong, however, too full of vitality, to remain knocked out for long.
Now, he half opened his eyes, as he murmured:

"How beautifully the birds are singing today! And there's mother,
letting down the bars so the cows can go to the milking shed!"

Jack laughed, in spite of himself. Then he turned to the Japanese.

"Kamanako, do you want to go quietly, or remain to see what the Navy
officers do with you?"

"I go now," replied the Japanese, with a shrug of his shoulders.

Turning, he started up the step, while Hal Hastings, regaining the deck