Let us try to get some idea of the situation. Ahead of the boat on which the boys were watching the scene, and probably not more than eight hundred feet distant, wasl'Orient. Between them was the row of buoys, as far as the eye could see, stretching from the shore of England to the coast of France. To their right, and not two hundred feet distant was the saucy little chaser, which acted as their convoy.
At a point which might be termed midway between the three vessels thus described, were the two buoys, which moved with spasmodic jerks, due to the action of the imprisoned vessel below. As they looked along the bobbing buoys in either direction, small vessels were observed, patrolling to and fro, in the tiny mast, or lookout of each, being two or more men, with glasses, constantly scrutinizing the floats as the ships slowly moved past.
Apparently, at regular intervals, were large ships of war, all of them in motion. Sailing vessels and steamers, carrying freight, were comingup the channel, convoyed to the open doors in this giant network which guarded the channel.
The lieutenant on the chaser backed his vessel toward the submarine and hailed the captain:
"Do you wish to remain?" he asked.
"The chances of that fellow seem to be pretty slim. I would like to see the finish of the game; but I suppose we ought to get into port as soon as possible," answered the captain.
"Then I will give the order to proceed," replied the lieutenant.
The captain nodded, and the boys started for the door.
"One moment!" said the captain. "We may still be able to see an interesting sight."
The boys rushed out of the door. Glancing up at the deck of the chaser they could see the marines aboard rushing to the side of the vessel. As they looked at the buoys it was noticed that they were silent.L'Orientwas slowly backing away from the obvious location of the submerged vessel.
"They are about to throw a shell," observed the captain.
The remark had hardly left his mouth when an explosion was heard and the shell could be observed moving upward at a very high angle, and descending into the water with a vicious plunge.
No sooner had it struck the sea than it seemed to raise the surface of the water like the foaming mass in a boiling pot. The explosion was dull, vibrant, ominous.
"They are shooting another one," shouted Alfred, although he tried to suppress his voice.
"Boom!" came the sound, as he uttered the words.
The second shot struck the water not fifty feet distant from the first one.
"Do you think they will fire another?" asked Alfred.
"Probably not," answered the captain.
"What is that little boat going over there for?" asked Ralph, as one of the torpedo boats boldly advanced over the spot where the two shells had entered the water.
The captain nodded his head for a few moments before speaking.
"The shots were successful."
"I can see that now," said Ralph. "Look at the oil coming up and covering the sea."
It was, indeed, a sad sight to witness, knowing that the shots meant the death of thirty or more human beings.
"Well, I am awfully sorry for them, even if they had no sympathy for us, and didn't wait to see whether or not we were put into safety before they sent our ship down," said Alfred reflectively, as he turned and entered the conning tower.
The scene had its fascination for Ralph, although he felt the horror of it all as he stood leaning over the railing, gazing at the patrol boats which were sailing back and forth in and around the spot where the petroleum was fast covering the surface of the water in all directions.
"You can understand now, can't you, why flying machines are such good spotters for submarines?" remarked the captain.
"Do you mean the oil that comes on top of the water?" asked Ralph.
"Yes," was the reply.
"But does oil arise at all times when a submarine is submerged?" asked Ralph.
"More or less oil is constantly detaching itself from the body of the hull, at the discharge ports, and it can't be helped because all of the gas discharge ports are under water at all times, whether the vessel is running on or under the water, hence, as it moves along it will leave a trail of oil which can be easily detected by a machine in flight above the surface of the water," said the captain.
"But doesn't a machine, when it is under the water, leave a ripple that is easily seen by a flying machine?" asked Ralph.
"Yes; I was going to refer to that," replied the captain. "An aviator has a great advantage over an observer on a vessel, for the reason that the slightest movement of the surface of the sea, even though there may be pronounced waves, can be noted. If the submarine is moving along near the surface, the ripple is very pronounced, and the streak of oil which follows is very narrow. Should the submarine stop, the oil it discharges accumulates on top of the water at one place, and begins to spread out over the surface of the water and this makes it a mark for the watchful eye of the airmen of the sea patrols," answered the captain.
"I heard one of the officers at the aviation camp say that a submarine could be seen easily through fifty feet of water by an airman," remarked Alfred. "Do you think that is so?" he asked.
"I know it is possible," replied the captain.
"But why is it that when you are on a ship it is impossible to see through the water that depth?"
"For this reason," answered the captain: "if you are on a ship, and you are looking even from the topmast of the vessel, the line of vision from the eye strikes the surface of the water at an angle. The result is that the surface of the water acts as a reflector, exactly the same as when the line of sight strikes a pane of glass."
"Do you mean that the sight is reflected just as it is when you are outside of a house and try to look into the window at an angle?" asked Ralph.
"Exactly; that is one explanation. The other is this: sea water is clear and transparent. By looking down directly on the water, a dark object, unless too far below the surface, will be noted for the reason that it makes a change in the coloring from the area surrounding it, and a cigar-shaped object at fifty feet below, whether it should be black or white, would quickly be detected," explained the captain.
"I remember that Lieutenant Winston, who has flown across the channel many times, told me that he could tell when he was nearing land, in a fog, by sailing close to the water, even though the land couldn't be seen. Do you know how he was able to do that?" asked Ralph.
"That is one of the simplest problems," replied the captain. "The shallower the water the lighter the appearance to an observer in an airship. As the water grows deeper the color seems to grow greener and bluer, the bluest being at the greatest depth."
The chaser was now under way, and described a circle to the right. The captain, after saluting the officer on the bridge ofl'Orient, gave the signal "Forward," and slowly the submarine sheered about and followed.
The second line of buoys appeared a quarter of a mile to the east of the one they had just left. In a half-hour the two vessels passed through the gateway and turned to the north.
"We can't be very far from England," remarked Alfred.
"I judge we are fifteen miles from Dover," replied the captain.
"Do you intend to go to Dover?" asked Ralph.
"No; there are no stations there that can receive crafts of this kind. I do not know to what point they may take us; possibly to the mouth of the Thames, and from there to some point where the vessel will be interned," answered the captain.
"How deep is the channel here?" asked Ralph.
"Probably not to exceed 120 feet," was the reply.
"Not more than that in the middle of the Channel,—half way between England and France?" asked Alfred in surprise.
"No; the Channel is very shallow," answered the captain.
"No wonder then," said Alfred, "that the submarines are having such a hard time getting through, even though they don't have the nets!"
Having passed the cordon of nets the chaser turned and slowly steamed past the submarine. The lieutenant stepped to the side of the bridge and said:
"I suppose, Captain, you can now make the pier-head at Ramsgate, where you will get a ship to convoy you to the harbor. Good luck to you! Adieu!"
The boys waved their caps in salute, as the chaser began to move, and the crew lined up to give the final goodbye.
The captain smiled and replied: "I think I have ample assistance on board; give my regards to the admiral."
"How far is it to Ramsgate?" asked Ralph.
"It cannot be more than twenty-five miles, and at the rate we are now going we should reach the head at five this evening. That will be the end of our troubles, as the naval officials will take care of this vessel from that point," said the captain.
"Well, I shall be glad of it," replied Alfred.
It was a glorious day, the sun was shining brightly, and the air, although somewhat cool, was not at all disagreeable. The boys insisted on taking their turns at the wheel, the course being given by the captain as west by north. Everything was moving along in fine shape, and Alfred was at thewheel, while Ralph was peering through the periscope, for this interested them from the moment they boarded the ship.
"Where is that steamer bound?" asked Ralph, who noticed a large two-funnel steamer crossing the field of the periscope.
"It belongs to the Australian line," replied the captain.
"Aren't we in the barred zone?" asked Alfred.
"I was about to remark a moment ago that it does not seem as though the German edict of a restricted zone makes much difference in the sailing of vessels," replied the captain.
While speaking, the submarine seemed to slow down, and the captain turned toward the conning tower. "I wonder what is up now?" he asked.
Alfred's head appeared at the door and shouted: "They don't seem to answer my signals."
The captain entered the tower, and pulled the lever,Attention!There was no response to the signal below the word. He again rang, with the same result.
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"I will open the hatch," said the captain.
It was quickly swung open. The sub-lieutenant appeared at the hatch with haggard face and staring eyes. "The captain has gone mad!" he shouted.
"I will go down if you want me to; I am not afraid," said Ralph.
The captain looked at him for a moment, and glanced down into the hatchway. "Why do you not obey my signals?" he asked.
The sub-lieutenant stared at the captain, but did not make a reply. "Answer my question!" shouted the captain.
The officer raised his face, threw up his hands, and fell back across the low railing, which served as a guard at the foot of the stairs.
"You may go down, and ascertain what is the matter, but use caution," said the captain.
Ralph stepped into the open hatch, and, as he did so, the captain laid his hand on his shoulder, and said: "Take out your revolver; do not trust those men for a moment, under any consideration; we know them too well."
Ralph quickly drew the weapon and held it in his hand, then cautiously descended. He passed the inert form of the officer on the rail, and not until he reached the last step did he see the doctor and the chief machinist by the side of the dynamo.
The doctor held a revolver, which he pointed straight at Ralph. "Drop that revolver!" shouted the doctor. "The lieutenant is dead, and the time fuse will soon send this ship to the bottom."
The moment he saw the revolver and heard the voice, Ralph dropped behind the stanchions to which the stairway was attached. The doctor's revolver was fired. Instantly the captain divined the cause. Without waiting for a warning cry from Ralph, he leaped into the open hatch, and saw the two men with their weapons. He covered them with his revolver.
"Come up!" he shouted to Ralph.
The latter raised up from his crouching position, with his revolver now leveled full in the faces of the two frenzied men. Before Ralph had reached the upper step both men in the hold fired, fortunately, without doing any damage.
The moment Ralph gained the deck the captain jumped out of the hatch and slammed it down.
"Now, quickly, boys; tie this rope to the railing close to the periscope tube, and arm yourself with the life preservers; there, you will find them under that couch," said the captain, as he quickly threw back the cover from the couch and handed out four preservers.
"Why do you want four?" asked Ralph, as he hastily buckled one of them around himself.
"To attach to the end of the line that you have just fastened to the rail," replied the captain.
The captain sprang out through the open door, and attached one of the life belts to the end of the line. The boys now noticed the coil of rope, which must have been more than a hundred feet in length.
"I wonder what that is for?" asked Alfred, as the captain disappeared.
"There," said the captain, as he again appeared at the door. "If she goes down that preserver will tell them where to fish for her."
"Do you think there is any danger?" asked Ralph.
"I do not know; I am not taking any chances. I have my opinion, though," replied the captain thoughtfully.
"Do you think they are going to blow up the vessel?" asked Alfred.
"No; but I am inclined to think that they have not been able to disconnect the automatic fuse, or, that the death of the lieutenant, if such should be the case, has prevented them from finding the secret key, and,——"
"That the sub-lieutenant has actually gone mad," interrupted Ralph.
The captain nodded, and continued: "Although they deserve death, still, I am not a barbarian, and shall give them a chance for their lives," and, saying this, he moved through the door, and, sighting a large steamer, gave a signal. Once, twice, three times he moved the flag from right to left. Almost immediately there was a response and two short whistles responded.
Before the great ship had time to stop, the forward end of the submarine moved upward with a violent heave, followed by an explosion that seemed to tear everything to pieces. Ralph was thrown clear of the top, and landed fully twenty feet from the side of the hull. Alfred and the captain seemed to be propelled to the stern of theship and dashed into the waves at least fifty feet from the spot where Ralph had landed.
Ralph did not appear to be even stunned, but Alfred's head dropped lifeless on the side of the life preserver, and the captain was prompt to reach his side and support him so that his head was kept free from the water.
Ralph was bewildered at the suddenness of the affair, and, while splashing in the water, glanced first at the captain and Alfred, and then swung around to get a view of the big ship, which they had signalled. The submarine had vanished. The sea around appeared to be a mass of bubbles, and he could plainly see the petroleum which was oozing up.
Nothing was visible where the submarine floated but a single belt,—the life preserver which the captain had used as a buoy, to mark the location of the sunken vessel.
"The boat is on the way," shouted the captain, as Ralph tried to direct himself toward the captain and Alfred.
"We were just in time," said Ralph. "How is Alfred?" he asked.
"Only stunned," replied the captain. "I think he hit the conning tower as the vessel up-ended."
"Poor fellows," said Ralph, "I suppose it's all up with them."
"They are gone beyond all help. But we did the best we could," answered the captain. "Here, take this fellow first," continued the captain, addressing the officer in charge of the boat.
The boys were soon dragged in, and the officer gazed at the captain most earnestly, as he said: "Why, Captain, we heard just before we left the dock about you and two boys capturing a submarine; was that the submarine? What has happened?"
"That is a long story, but you shall hear it as soon as we get aboard. Where are you bound?" asked the captain.
"For the Mediterranean," replied the officer.
"Where is your first port?" asked the captain.
"Havre," was the answer.
"Couldn't be better," replied the captain. "Ah! I see Alfred is coming around all right."
"He seems to be breathing all right now," said Ralph.
"So they heard about our exploit?" asked the captain.
"Why, yes; the papers made quite an item about it; I think we have a copy on board," replied the officer.
As the boys ascended the ship's ladder they saw two torpedo boat destroyers crowd up alongside the ship. The captain leaned over the taff-rail and said:
"The buoy yonder marks the resting place of the U-96, late in the service of the Imperial German Navy. Please report same, with my compliments."
Alfred was taken aboard and the ship's doctor was soon in attendance. Every one crowded around and the names of the boys and the captain were soon known to all the passengers. TheEvening Mailgave the most interesting account of the affair, and Ralph read and re-read the item.
An hour afterwards, when everything had time to quiet down, and Alfred had recovered sufficiently to sit up, Ralph drew out the newspaper, and, to the surprise of Alfred, read the following:
"AN EXTRAORDINARY FEAT"A SUBMARINE CAPTURED BY THREE PRISONERS
"The war is a never-ending series of startling and remarkable events, the latest being the capture of a German submarine by the captain of one of the transatlantic liners and two American boys who were passengers on the captain's ship when she was torpedoed. The commander of the submarine took the captain and the two boys from the boat in which they had sought refuge, after their vessel went down in the Bay of Biscay."It was learned from the first officer of one of the torpedo-boats that the submarine while on its way to Germany was caught in the nets in mid-channel. While trying to disentangle itself, the chief officer of the submarine met with an accident, and, taking advantage of the situation, the captain and his two boy companions, having found a case of revolvers, held up the second officer and the crew, and imprisoned them below."They are now bringing the submarine to England, and we hope to be able to give more details tomorrow."
"The war is a never-ending series of startling and remarkable events, the latest being the capture of a German submarine by the captain of one of the transatlantic liners and two American boys who were passengers on the captain's ship when she was torpedoed. The commander of the submarine took the captain and the two boys from the boat in which they had sought refuge, after their vessel went down in the Bay of Biscay.
"It was learned from the first officer of one of the torpedo-boats that the submarine while on its way to Germany was caught in the nets in mid-channel. While trying to disentangle itself, the chief officer of the submarine met with an accident, and, taking advantage of the situation, the captain and his two boy companions, having found a case of revolvers, held up the second officer and the crew, and imprisoned them below.
"They are now bringing the submarine to England, and we hope to be able to give more details tomorrow."
"There, what do you think of that?" ejaculated Ralph.
Alfred smiled, but a shadow came over his face,as he looked at Ralph. The latter, seeing the change, jumped up, and cried: "Are you sick?"
"No," replied Alfred wearily; "but I have been thinking of father and mother; I had a dream that I saw them standing on a dock; I wonder where they are?"
"I have some interesting news for you," said the captain, as he entered the cabin, holding a French paper in his hand.
"What is it?" asked the boys in unison.
"Boats three, four and five of our ship have reached port all right," said the captain.
"Have you heard about No. 1?" asked Alfred, as he leaned forward, and anxiously awaited the reply.
"No; but it is likely that the other boats may have been picked up by a west bound vessel, and it is not time yet to hear from the other side," replied the captain.
"But do you think they are safe?" asked Ralph.
"I do not see that they were in any great danger, as there was calm weather for at least forty-eight hours after the ship went down," answered the captain. "I understand that all but three of the boats have been accounted for."
"Have the submarines been doing much damage?" asked Alfred.
"Yes; they have sunk a great many ships," was the answer.
"Any American ships?" asked Ralph.
"No; but a number of Americans have lost their lives on vessels that have been sunk."
"Where are we going?" asked Alfred.
"To Havre," was the reply.
"I wouldn't worry about father and mother now," said Ralph soothingly.
"No, indeed; the boats were perfectly safe, and I have no doubt but we shall hear from them by the time we reach port," reassured the captain.
Ralph waited until Alfred dropped off to sleep, and then strolled up on deck and mixed with the passengers. He was kept busy telling them about the terrible hours on board the submarine, until he was tired and sleepy. Then he wended his way to the cabin and was soon asleep.
The distance from the point where they boarded the ship to Havre was about two hundred miles. Ordinarily, they would have reached port at six in the morning, but the route during the night was a slow and tedious one, for the reason that all ships along the channel route were permitted to pass only during certain hours when the war vessels acted as guides and convoys through the open lane.
Once near the zone of the nets no lights were permitted, and each ship had to be taken through by special vessels designated for this work, and, when once clear of the nets, extra precautions were taken to convoy them to relative points of safety beyond.
When Ralph awoke the next morning, and saw that it was past six, he hurriedly dressed himself, and, taking a look at Alfred, who was quietly sleeping, ascended the deck. He was surprised to seenothing but the open sea on all sides. Addressing a seaman, he asked:
"Haven't we reached Havre yet?"
"No; we may not get there until nine o'clock. We have had reports of many submarines in the mouth of the channel, and they are, probably, lying in wait to intercept steamers going to or coming from Havre," replied the man.
Pacing the deck he found many of the passengers excited at the news, although it was the policy of the officers to keep the most alarming information from them. Meeting the second officer he inquired about the captain, and was informed that he had just gone down to see Alfred. Nearing the companionway he met the captain and Alfred, the latter looking somewhat pale, and rather weak or unsteady in his walk.
"I am glad to see you looking so well," said Ralph. "Where are you hurt the most?"
"Look at the back of my head," replied Alfred. "I suppose I must have struck the railing as the thing heaved up."
The captain suddenly sprang forward and the boys followed in wonderment. Before they had time to ask any questions they were startled by a shot.
"That was a pretty big gun to make such a racket," remarked Ralph.
"It's one of the four-inch forward guns," said a seaman, standing near.
"But what are they shooting at?" asked Alfred.
"Submarine, I suppose," was the reply.
"But where?" asked Alfred.
"Don't know; haven't seen one; but I suppose the lookouts spotted the fellow," was the reply.
Every one now crowded forward, and gazed in the direction of the pointed glasses in the hands of the officers. In the distance nothing was visible but the conning tower and the two periscope tubes, but that was enough.
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The boys moved forward, and the captain noticing them, spoke a word to the commander on the bridge.
"Come up, boys," said the captain.
Once on the bridge the captain said: "I take pleasure in introducing my companions on ourlittle jaunt; they are brave fellows, and are made of the right kind of stuff. I think you will hear from them if America gets into the fight."
"And America is bound to get in, for we have just learned that the first American ship has been sunk without warning," said the navigating officer, as he pressed the hands of the boys.
The captain took up the receiver, which communicated with the topmast. After listening awhile, he turned to the group and said: "The sub has disappeared."
"That will mean an interesting time for us," said the captain. "I have had the same experience, but was not fortunate enough to be armed when they attacked us. Are all the vessels from England now armed?" he asked the captain commanding the vessel.
"Yes; fore and aft. We have found that but a small percentage of armed vessels have been sunk, and those which have guns at both ends are surely doubly armed," answered the commander.
The boom of the guns had brought every passenger on deck. The officers could not conceal the real state of affairs, but there was no sign of a panic. The officers did not even take the precaution to warn the passengers that they should apply or keep the life belts close at hand.
"That is the policy I suggested from the first," said the captain. "That boat must have been three miles away, at least, and a careful gunner would come pretty close to hitting the mark at that distance, and those fellows know it."
"Then why do you think the interesting or dangerous time is now coming?" asked Alfred.
"Because the safety of the ship now depends on the ability of the observers to report the moment a periscope appears in sight. If the submarine is close enough to fire a torpedo, it is near enough to be a fine target for the gunners aboard, and, as the submarine would not be likely to attempt a shot unless it had a broadside to aim at, you can see that such a position would expose her to the fire of the guns both fore and aft," responded the captain.
"What do you make the reckoning?" asked the captain, as the navigating officer lowered his instrument, and turned to the book.
"Fifty, ten north," was the reply.
"On the line?" asked the captain.
"Twelve minutes east," answered the officer.
"Then we are forty miles due north of Havre," responded the captain.
"What did you mean by being 'on the line?'" asked Ralph, addressing the captain.
"The zero line, or the point where all calculations east and west are reckoned from, runs north and south through Greenwich, in England, a place a little east of London. We are about fifteen miles east of that line," replied the captain, "and one hundred and eighty miles south of London."
But all were now interested in the further developments which might be expected. The wireless was constantly receiving messages, and occasionally the commander received messages which were, evidently, interesting reading, judging from the comments made. Most of the information related to the activities of the undersea boats, andonly in that region where they were now approaching.
The vessel was proceeding slowly, when suddenly the officer in the crow's nest sent down a signal that vitalized the gunners. The guns swung around instantly. Away off to starboard was the faintest ripple, for the water was comparatively smooth.
Two shots rang out almost simultaneously from the fore and aft guns. It was a thrilling sight to see the streaks of glistening water, which the two shells brought up to be reflected by the brilliant sun. A shout from the gunner at the bow caused a chorus of answering shouts.
"Did they hit it?" asked Alfred.
"Well, there is one less periscope, if I know anything," replied the navigating officer.
Ralph had descended the stairs leading down from the bridge, and quickly made his way to the bow.
"I want to congratulate you on that shot," he said, as he approached.
The gunner, with glowing face, turned, and, seeing Ralph, replied: "Thank you, lad! Coming from you it's a compliment. Lor', but we like to spot 'em."
"That fellow's as good as useless," remarked the officer in charge.
"But suppose the submarine has any torpedoes left?" queried Ralph.
"That wouldn't do him any good; he would have to use that to sight by," replied the officer.
"Yes; I can see that now," replied Ralph. "If he came to the top in order to fire the torpedo he wouldn't last very long with these guns pointing at him."
As Ralph was ascending the stairway leading to the bridge on his return a half-hour later, the watch shouted out a warning: "Five points to starboard!"
Every one was now keyed up to the highest pitch. The guns were quickly swung to the angle indicated, and another tense moment arrived.
The captain walked over to the commander, and said: "It seems to me that the best policy is to bear down on him with all speed possible. That will give the gunners the best chance, and at the same time present the smallest target for the submarine."
The commander nodded and gave the necessary order, but before the helmsman had time to execute the turning movement the forward gun was heard, quickly followed by the second gun. The aft gun also responded, making three shots that were fired, striking the water in such close proximity to each other that the aim must have been very accurate.
"Gunners from the Royal Navy," remarked the captain, as he lowered his glasses. "And they have hit the mark."
"Do you think so?" asked Alfred.
"I am sure of it, for this reason," said the captain, as the officers on the bridge crowded around; "neither of the periscopes is visible, and I canplainly see the boiling that follows a sinking submarine."
The ship was now at full speed, sailing directly over the course where the submarine was sighted. It did not take long for the vessel to cover the mile, and, as they neared the tell-tale spot, the ship was veered slightly out of its course, so that a good view could be obtained of the surface of the water.
"How deep do you suppose that submarine is now?" asked Alfred.
"It is in less than two hundred feet of water; see, the air bubbles are still coming up, although it went down fully fifteen minutes ago."
The steamer slowed down as it came abreast, and the passengers leaned over the side in intense excitement, watching the signs which indicated the death of another sea terror. Even while they were watching one immense boiling zone appeared and settled down, indicating that another air tank had given way, or that the pressure of the sea water had forced the air from one of the innumerable pockets in the interior of the submarine.
Four bells indicated a resumption of the journey. The great funnels began to pour forth smoke in immense volumes, and the ship fairly shook with the revolutions of the twin screws.
"So we are going directly south," said Ralph, who had just examined the compass, and started for the stairway.
"There will be no let-up now," remarked the captain.
Every one understood that forced draught would now be resorted to, both to avoid the likelihood of being torpedoed, and also to enable the ship to reach port at the earliest possible moment. TheSt. Duneen, although a twin-screw vessel, was not of more than 5,000 tons burden, having been built as a mail carrier for distant ports, in which speed was regarded as the important element in her construction.
As the commander remarked to the captain, after the latter reached the bridge, he felt sure that the speed alone, which he was able to make in an emergency, would baffle any attempt to reach his hull. It seemed so, for the vessel fairly skimmed the surface of the water, and left a trail which could be marked for miles.
Every one felt happy, and there was a feeling of security aboard that was shared by every one. Luncheon was announced, and the boys were descending the stairway leading to the cabin, when they felt a peculiar sensation. They were thrown down the steps, taking with them several women and children, who were alongside.
No sooner had they landed at the bottom, when the most terrific crash was heard.
"Submarine!" shrieked a voice.
The sensation of the oscillating movement of the vessel was a sickening one. The dining room was half-filled with women, children and men.
"To your cabins at once; life belts as quickly as possible!" shouted an officer. "The men must aid the women and children. Do not become excited."
This warning had a marked effect; it restored the confidence which had been so rudely shocked. Ralph and Alfred sprang for the closets where the life preservers were kept, and threw them out on the floor as fast as they could grasp them. They caught up one child after the other, and, without heeding the resistance which some offered, adjusted the belts, and, as fast as this was done, they assisted in pushing the children toward the companionway.
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The ship was slowly sinking to one side. The angle was very perceptible, and especially noticed as the boys reached the stairway, for it was found to be impossible to ascend by the starboard stairs. This made it more difficult to get the people out of the crowded rooms below.
"Don't get excited!" shouted the officer fromthe head of the stairs. "We can all clear the ship safely before she goes down."
As fast as the passengers reached the deck, officers were present to direct them to the most advantageous boats, but no orders were given to man the boats. The bow of the ship had gone down, and she was now lying at a considerable angle, but it was evident that there was considerable buoyancy in the vessel, and that there was no immediate danger.
"Are you sure that all are out of the cabins?" asked the captain, as one of the porters appeared at the end of the passageway.
"We might as well take a look," said Alfred, as he rushed toward the port passage.
"I will go through the other passageway and meet you at the aft stairway," said Ralph, as he darted toward the gangway leading along the right side of the ship.
Alfred diligently opened every door and glanced about; he was not long in reaching the aft stairway area, and waited for some minutes for Ralph to appear. As he was crossing the open space between the two passageways, he heard a shriek, followed by piercing screams, evidently from the port passage.
Directed by the sounds he sprang from door to door, and soon detected a terrific struggle. "Help! help! I am being murdered!" was the cry.
At the door of a cabin Alfred saw two forms, one the woman, and the other Ralph in a fiercestruggle, the woman with her arms around the post, which extended upward from the floor at the side of the cabin couch. She defied every effort on the part of Ralph. Alfred seized her hands, gradually loosened them, and when they had succeeded in freeing her, she dropped down, completely exhausted, threw her head to one side, and swooned.
This greatly facilitated her removal. The boys dragged her along the passageway, and, nearing the stairs, noticed a peculiar sound, something like a muffled explosion, followed by a sudden lurch of the ship, which destroyed their balance so that they were compelled to drop their burden.
"What can that be?" asked Ralph.
"Seems as though we have been hit the second time," replied Alfred.
"Oh! here you are!" shouted the captain, as he rushed down the stairway, followed by an officer.
"What was that?" asked Ralph.
"A bulkhead has just given way," replied the captain.
"Then we are bound to go down," said Alfred with a sigh. "We must get her up before she comes to."
"Yes, but we'll try to save her," replied the captain.
The ship was slowly sinking. The motion of a vessel as it loses its buoyancy gives a most peculiar feeling to those on board, independently of the knowledge that danger is lurking very near. The sinking motion is not a smooth and steady goingdown, but the movement is accompanied by successive throbs, as it seems,—it almost appears as though the ship were a living thing, sobbing away, until the final plunge takes place.
Aided by the captain and the officer, the woman was quickly brought to the deck, where it was learned that her husband had lost his life on a torpedoed vessel a month before. She opened her eyes as they were placing her in the boat, and instantly recognized Ralph.
"Did I resist and try to injure you?" she asked. "Forgive me!" she said pleadingly. "But I have had so much trouble. You must be a brave boy to act as you did."
"Don't mind that for a minute," replied Ralph. "We were bound to get you out; we didn't think of anything else."
"Come on, boys; take the boat at the next davit," said the captain. "I will be with you in a moment."
The boys entered the little dory and sat down. The navigating officer was the last one to step in. He stood there with his instruments in his hands, and cast a gloomy look along the deck. "Too bad, too bad!" he said reflectively.
"Say, Ralph, I have an idea that we are hoodoos!" said Alfred, with a serious air.
"Who is a hoodoo?" asked the captain, approaching and overhearing the conversation.
"Hoodoo, nothing!" answered Ralph.
"Well, it begins to look like it," responded Alfred. "There is some sort of deviltry aroundwherever we have happened to be ever since the war began."
Notwithstanding the gravity of the situation, the captain could not repress a smile, which he quickly suppressed, as he answered:
"Then what would you call me? They have sunk four ships under me by torpedoes, and one by a mine. You have seen and experienced some of the other adventures I have had within the past ten days, and now this is another vessel to go down under me on account of a mine," said the captain.
"A mine! a mine, did you say?" almost shrieked Alfred.
"Yes; one of the floating mines that the Germans are strewing about in open defiance of all the laws," answered the captain with a bitter voice.