theirs? Our beasts were very much disconcerted; they were stupid creatures that Grussmann had wound completely round his finger with his flaming ideas of duty to the Fatherland. I don't know where they came from. Then we saw the transport go up. And finally Grussmann came upon the scene, his boat limping along and himself furious.
"It appears that first he'd had trouble with his engine and had drifted about for any amount of time with not enough intelligence to repair it; then, running with no idea of bearings and without Silver Shoal to guide him, he'd missed his course and wandered about in all directions before he reached Hy Brasail. He's not an expert spy. Just as the flotilla of their two motor-boats and the poor old Ailouros got under way—bound Heaven knows where—Captain Blake and his crew came boiling along out of the darkness and held them all up. Schmidt and Grussmann and the two accomplices are in the surf-boat being adequately attended to, and we're—here."
"And," said Elspeth, "you and—Garth are here."
'Our adventures can't compare with yours," Jim said, trying to laugh. His eyes had been
