A POINTER "JOLTS" THE SUBMARINE CAPTAIN


There was not much left of the old castle, save the walls, and some badly
crumbled ruins of inner buildings.

"The Florida climate doesn't seem to agree with castles," suggested Jack.
"I have, an idea that, in Europe, a castle only three hundred years old
would last much longer and keep much better."

"In Europe?" repeated Mlle. Nadiboff. "Oh, yes; much better. But then,
perhaps in Europe there would be a feeling of veneration for the old
that would lead the people to take much better care of their castles.
It would be so in my country, I know."

"May I ask what is your country, Mademoiselle?" asked Jack, looking up
and into her face.

"Guess, Mr. Yankee!"

"Why, I would guess that you are a Russian."

"You are worthy of the name of Yankee, then. Yes; I am a Russian."

Another party of sight-seers passed them at that moment, and one man was
heard to remark:

"At the south end of the castle is a stairway leading down to an
underground dungeon. Legend tells us that some forty Spanish pirates