"Now, see here," protested Benson, good humoredly, "as I understand it,
you're paid to take me over to the Army tug--not to ask questions. Am
I right?"

"You're right," nodded the fisherman, then surveyed the boy's uniform
curiously.

"Your uniform looks like you was in the Navy?" suggested the man at the
stern of the boat.

"Does it?" queried Jack.

"Are you in the Navy?" persisted the boat man.

"Just now, I'm serving with the Army," Captain Jack replied, evasively.

"Are you--" started in the human interrogation point, anew.

"See here," broke in the submarine boy, "I thought we agreed you had just
one job to do for me, and that questions formed no part of it."

"That's right," agreed the fisherman. "But say, there's just one
question I wish you'd answer me. Are you--"

"No!" interrupted Benson, decisively. "I am not. I never was."

"You didn't let me finish," complained the man.

"Wait until I'm out of the boat," proposed the submarine boy. "Then ask