g the heave of waves surging around the head of the island
the steamer slowly swung to her cable. The range lights shifted their
position. The red side light disappeared.

"She's safe now!" cried Ned, in a tone of relief. "I'm glad they made it
all right. I wonder how they got crippled."

"Let me take the glasses a minute, Ned," requested Harry.

"Can you see what's the matter with her?" queried Jimmie.

"Yes," replied the boy, with the glasses to his eye. "Von Kluck was
right. It looks as if the rudder stock is twisted and bent badly out of
shape. As the stern lifts I can see the blades of the propeller all
right, but the rudder seems to be missing."

"The Anne of Melbourne," mused Ned. "I wonder now what that vessel is
doing away off up here. If they had a cargo destined for an English port
they should have been much farther south."

"You don't suppose the captain lost his reckoning and got this far out of
his course, do you?" suggested Jimmie.

"I don't know," replied Ned. Then turning to Captain von Kluck the lad
continued: "Captain, what do you think about it?"

"Mit der var doing so many tings, I don'd know what to tink!"

"I can see men moving about on deck now, apparently clearing up the
recent damage," stated Harry. "And I see a Boy Scout, too!"

"No!" objected Jimmie. "Don't say that! I don't want any more Boy Scouts
mixed up in this! It isn't fair!"

"Just the same, he's there!" laughed Harry.

"Well, then," stated Jimmie, with a sigh of resignation, "we are in for
another siege of it. I never knew it to fail! Just as quickly as we get
going somewhere and a Boy Scout shows up there's trouble ahead and lots
of it! Why can't they stay home?"

"Now, Jimmie," cautioned Ned, "you know we've never in all our adventures
found a Boy Scout that really brought us ill luck. Sometimes they've
caused us a lot of trouble, but usually they help!"

"That's true, too, but I wish we could get home to the little old U. S.
A. without mixing up in this 'U-13' business with the Boy Scouts!"

"Maybe it'll come out all right after all," soothed Ned.

"Maybe," reluctantly agreed Jimmie. "I say, Harry," he continued, "let me
take those glasses. I want to see what that fellow's like."

Long and eagerly the lad peered through the binoculars.

"I see him!" he cried, presently. "He's going up the foreshrouds! I'll
bet he's working his passage on that steamer!"

"What's he doing on the foreshrouds?" asked Ned.

"It l