By now Kamanako had succeeded in pulling himself part way out of the
water, using his hands and feet on projecting bits of the old masonry.

"You'll get out, in time, for you're a patient fellow," Jack called
down, in a tantalizing kind of encouragement. "Don't forget the name
that I have just given you--American strategy. And, the next time a
fellow tries to make you mad, don't let him do it until 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.