was to proceed soon, after a two days' stay, the young inventor started as he noticed a military man walking aboard.
"Look, Ned!" he exclaimed, in a low voice.
"Where?"
"At that man—an officer in civilian dress, I should judge—haven't you seen him before?"
"I have, Tom. Now, where was it? I seem to remember his face; and yet he wasn't dressed like this the last time I saw him."
"I guess not, Ned. He had on a uniform then."
"By jinks! I have it. That German officer—von Brunderger! That's he!"
"You're right, Ned. And he's got his servant with him, I guess," and Tom nodded toward a stolid German who was carrying the other's suitcase.
"I wonder what he's doing aboard here?" went on our hero's chum.
"We'll soon know," spoke Tom. "He's seen us and is nodding. We might as well go meet him."
"Ah, my good friend, Tom Swift!" exclaimed General von Brunderger, genially, as he grasped the hands of Tom and Ned. "I am glad to see you both again." He seemed to mean it, though he had not been especially cordial to them at the first gun test. "Take my grip below," he said
