"Hurry up, Ned," cautioned Jack. "The little wagon is just about to say "Goodby"! We"ll have to go some to escape the suction!"
"All aboard!" replied Ned, tossing his kit into the boat.
Harry pitched the luggage he was carrying to waiting hands. Both boys then watched for an opportune moment when the small boat swung close to the sinking stern. A quick leap carried them safely aboard.
"Oh, I forgot!" cried Ned. "I was going to bring the compa.s.s!"
"Never mind the compa.s.s now, Ned!" cried Jimmie, seizing an oar.
"No," put in Frank, "we don"t know where we are at anyhow, and the compa.s.s wouldn"t be of any use to us in such a case as this!"
"Goodby, Lena Garlic!" shouted Jimmie a moment later as he pulled manfully at the oar. "Goodby and good luck!"
The others turned to see the schooner now with decks awash. A loud detonation marked the blowing off of the hatches by the compressed air in the hold. That incident seemed to mark the pa.s.sage of the vessel.
Gradually settling by the stern the schooner quietly slipped backward, settling deeper and deeper, until a large wave overwhelmed the craft, leaving only the masts projecting above water. In another instant these, too, had disappeared, leaving but a few floating pieces of wreckage to mark the spot where the boys had only a short time before been standing.
"And goodby, Grey Eagle!" almost sobbed Ned. "No more flying in that little airship! I wish we could have saved the machine!"
This seemed to be the sentiment of all, but they knew that their st.u.r.dy aeroplane was now gone forever.
"The Germans needn"t think we"ll ever trouble them again in that airship!" declared Jimmie. "We can"t be pinched for that!"
For a moment the disappointment of their recent experiences sat heavily on all the lads. At length, however, Ned roused himself and tried to cheer his comrades. He knew that nothing could be gained by bemoaning the fate that had happened to them.
"We can"t be far from land," the lad stated presently. "Von Kluck and his crew seemed to be heading the same way we are. They evidently knew about where they were and have made for the nearest port."
"Let"s keep right on after them, then," suggested Frank.
"Second the motion!" panted Jimmie, straining at his oar. "But this is hot work! Wish I had a drink of water!"
"You"ll have to go slow on the water, boys," cautioned Ned. "That kettle holds only about three gallons, and we can"t drink sea water."
"Let me take the oar a while, Jimmie," volunteered Harry. "I guess you"ve worked about hard enough, anyway. You rest a bit."
Cautiously the boys changed places. What with their kits, the bundle of bread and the cheese the little boat was carrying all that could be conveniently stowed. They were glad that no more had remained to accompany them. Soon all had settled themselves quite comfortably.
"Now," spoke up Jack, presently, "all we"ve got to do is to let this wind blow us along. We"ll just keep the boat straightened into the seas and take it easy. We can"t do a thing to help matters."
"Right you are, Scout!" agreed Jimmie. "I think it"s getting gray over there," the lad continued, pointing toward the east. "Morning will be along shortly and we can see what time it is."
"Maybe we"ll meet some ship that will pick us up," ventured Harry, hopefully. "There are plenty of vessels in these parts."
"I see a smoke astern of us now, I think!" declared Frank. "It seems to be from a vessel low in the water."
"Let me take a look," cried Ned, standing and balancing himself by clinging to Jimmie"s shoulder. "Yes, I can see it, too! It seems to be overhauling us quite rapidly," he added. "Maybe they"ll help us!"
Ceasing their efforts to propel the boat the boys handled the oars only enough to keep their tiny craft properly riding the seas.
"It looks to me like a tug!" stated Jimmie, presently.
"A tug wouldn"t come smashing along at that rate!" objected Ned.
"Well, then, what can it be?" queried the other. "It is too low in the water for a battleship and no freight steamer ever made such good time as they are clipping off! They"re coming up fast!"
The boys were not long left in doubt. Rapidly overhauling them the strange vessel did, indeed, seem to be at first glance a tug tearing along through the waves at a great rate. The bow was lost in a smother of foam and spray. But a tiny speck of deck house was visible. The stacks were low. Great billows of black smoke vomited forth from the short funnels came drifting down the wind.
In a short time the vessel approached near enough so that the boys could distinguish a small gun mounted at the bow.
"I know what that ship is!" announced Jimmie, directly. "That"s what they call a torpedo boat destroyer or despatch boat!"
"I believe you"re right, Jimmie," decided Ned. "They certainly have got the speed!" he added admiringly as the craft approached.
"Get ready to hail "em!" cried Frank. "Get out a flag!"
"Haven"t got a flag aboard this wagon!" scorned Jimmie. "What do you think this is--a dreadnaught with full equipment?"
"Then take off your shirt and wave that at "em!"
"Just the idea!" agreed Jimmie, proceeding to follow the advice.
Bracing himself against a thwart amidships Jimmie waved the improvised distress signal. His efforts were not unavailing.
"They see you, Jimmie!" shouted Jack, presently. "There"s a man on the bridge looking at you with gla.s.ses. They"re shifting the helm!"
"I can see two or three men standing on the bridge!" announced Ned. "They are examining us pretty closely. Wonder who they are?"
The boys were not long left in doubt. Way was checked on the stranger. As the vessel drew close to the small boat a churning of foam at the stern told the lads that the engines were reversed in an effort to stop.
Presently the stranger ranged alongside. A line was flung to the boys.
They were towed beside the other under bare steerageway.
Fending their craft off the larger vessel Ned explained their plight to an officer. They were invited aboard the steamer. Their boat was hoisted aboard, where it was carefully stowed.
The lads found themselves upon the steel deck of a peculiarly long and narrow vessel. Guns were mounted forward and aft. Only a cursory examination was necessary to determine that they were quick firers.
"Now, boys," said the officer who had invited them aboard, "I shall ask you to step to the cabin. The commander will hear your story."
As the boys entered the cabin in response to the other"s request they saw a familiar face. Beside the commander seated at the table was none other than their one time acquaintance, Mackinder.
CHAPTER XI
A FLEET OF SUBMARINES
Upon seeing Mackinder"s face, Ned halted in amazement.