Then he was gagged and securely tied with
his own sabretasche.
Donald, being nearest the lieutenant's size, donned his uniform,
buckled on his sword, and with the order in his hand hastily
entered the car, closely followed by Billie, with the ready
revolver in his hand.
The captain had thrown aside his hat and was smoking a cigarette
in one of the easy seats as the boys entered. He gave them only a
hasty glance as he blew a cloud of smoke into the air, and the
next minute he was covered by Billie's weapon.
"Up with your hands!" was the stern order.
The captain hesitated, but a sharp prick from Donald's sword sent
the hands into the air.
In another minute the captain was disarmed.
"Now," said Donald sternly, "we'll see what all this trouble is
about."
He opened the telegram he held in his hand and read:
"American Admiral has given an ultimatum. Hold train and
passengers until further orders.
Maas."
"Who is Maas?" asked Donald sternly.
The captain shrugged his shoulders, but said nothing.
"You'll answer in just one minute, or you'll never have a chance
to answer another question," said Donald, as he stood with drawn
sword, while Billie covered the captain with his revolver.
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