done, if you want to
take some trouble. At about eleven to-night the Savannah freight
steamer, bound for Havana, will pass by about a dozen miles out. You
could pick her up by watching for her searchlight. Do you feel like
sending Nadiboff to Cuba, in that fashion?"

"If it suits her, we'll do it," Jack replied quickly enough.

"It may be very bad for her if it doesn't suit her," replied Trotter,
grimly. "Well, hurry along and see if you can do it. Drummond and
Miss Peddensen are going north to-night, also."

As the submarine party left the house they met Packwood and Hennessy
coming along.

"I think you'll get as good a news story as you can want to-night," said
Jack to the reporter. "You remember, Mr. Farnum promised you one before
the tip was given to any other reporter."

Hennessy expressed his, thanks warmly, and the quartette hastened on to
the hotel. Captain Jack had little difficulty in seeing Mlle. Nadiboff
in the parlor. When he explained to her the plan, she gladly accepted.

"You will not believe me, my Captain," she smiled, wearily, "but I am
wholly through with spying. I shall never again disgrace my womanhood
in that way."

Owing to the fire Mlle. Nadiboff was not burdened with baggage. She
carried her evening dress in a new dress suit case bought by Hal at one
of the stores. In going away she wore a plain gray dress and dark
brown jacket purchased from one of the maids at the hotel. Mlle.
Nadiboff's jewelry and money, with which she was well supplied, had been
in the hotel safe, so that she left with the means of pursuing her
journey in comfort.

"It is a whim of mine, my Captain," cried the Russian, gayly, as they
left the hotel, "but will you give me your arm down to the shore?"

"Gladly," Jack agreed.

They took a shore boat and went out to the "Benson." While Captain
Jack helped the pretty visitor aboard Hal hastened below to bring her
up a chair.

"You have your wish, at last, Mademoiselle, to visit this craft," Jack
laughed, then added, gravely: "I am sorry, indeed, that I cannot invite
you below."

"I have lost my desire to see the interior of the boat," she replied,
with equal gravity.

A start was made in plenty of time. Gayly the "Benson" bounded out over
the waves, as though even that grim little steel craft of war could
appreciate the fact that its dangers were over.

In time Captain Jack picked up the Havana bound freighter by the rays of
her searchlight, an