that the submarine boy could feast his eyes on it. Jack looked,
composedly.

"Did you ever see anything like this--you, who are such a young boy?"
smiled the German, teasingly.

"I--I don't know, really," responded Jack, thoughtfully, thrusting a
hand down into his own trousers pocket. Young Benson brought up into
the light a very comfortable looking handful of banknotes, rolled and
surrounded by a broad elastic band. "Let's measure the two, Professor,
and see how they compare."

"Ach!" muttered the German, regarding Jack's money with some displeasure.
"Where did you get all that?"

"Oh, now, Professor!" cried the young submarine captain, reproachfully.
"I didn't ask you where you got yours!"

"Ach! This is all so much foolishness!" cried the German Professor,
returning his money to his pocket.

"That's what I think, too," agreed Jack, following suit. "It's what our
English cousins call 'bad form,' to go to comparing piles of money."

"Now, sit down, Herr Benson, and I will tell you what a very handsome
sum of money, and what excellent wages, the German government will pay
you to enter our imperial naval service."

"How much money is there in Germany?" interrupted the submarine boy,
thoughtfully.