business."

"None of my business? None of our business that he follows us aboard
this ship when we're going over to get official war films? Well, Blake
Stewart, I did think you had some spunk, but----"

"Easy now," cautioned Macaroni. "He's looking over here to see what the
row's about. There! He's looking right at us."

The Frenchman did, indeed, seem to observe for the first time the
presence of the boys so close to him. He looked over, bowed and smiled,
but did not leave his place near the rail. He appeared to be occupied in
looking at the docks and the shipping of New York harbor, glancing now
at the tall buildings of New York, and again over at the Jersey shore
and the Statue of Liberty.

"Come on back here--behind the deckhouse," advised Blake to his chum and
Macaroni. "We can talk then and he can't see us."

And when they were thus out of sight, and the vessel was gathering way
under her own power, Joe burst out with:

"Say, what does all this mean? Why didn't you let me go over and ask him
what he meant by following us on board this vessel?"

"I told you," answered Blake, "that he'd probably tell you it was none
of your business."

"Why isn't it?"