Not without some difficulty did Dave succeed in inducing Captain Kennor to change to the lower, broader berth of the two. Dave, after removing his boots and some of his clothing, climbed to the upper berth, spreading a blanket over himself and lying down, for he felt that rest was absolutely needed.
At the noon-meal hour the ober-lieutenant sent an orderly to invite Darrin to the table, though the same invitation was not to be extended to Captain Kennor, who would be expected to eat with the German petty officers. But, as Dave and Captain Kennor were asleep at the time, the orderly departed without waking them.
It was past the middle of the afternoon when Dave Darrin at last awoke sufficiently to decide upon rising. Getting to the floor, and noting that Captain Kennor was still asleep, Dave dressed almost by stealth.
While he was still so engaged there came a slight knock at the door. A German petty officer looked in.
"The ober-lieutenant sends his compliments," announced the fellow, in English. "He will be pleased to have you join him. I will lead the way."
Dave followed, down the pa.s.sage and out into the main cabin. There, at a table under the conning tower, sat the ober-lieutenant and the same younger officer.
"We will raise the periscope and show you what we are about to do," said the ober-lieutenant, with a half-malicious smile.
Von Sch.e.l.len, his hand on the wheel of the periscope mechanism, awaited a nod from his chief. Receiving it, the younger officer turned the wheel, sending the periscope up a foot above water.
On the white surface of the shaded table beneath Dave saw the image of a vessel.
"The fellow yonder has not yet sighted us," said the ober-lieutenant, grimly. "We are about to send him a torpedo. Yonder craft is to be our game--Yankee steel and Yankee meat!"
As for Dave, as he stared in horror at the image on the table he recognized in the ship mirrored there Dan Dalzell"s own command, the "Reed."
Forcing himself to speak calmly, and to act a part Dave begged:
"One moment longer, please! Let me see whether I can recognize the doomed craft."
"Doomed, indeed," chuckled the ober-lieutenant. "We are in position and I am about to fire. Be ready to drop the "scope, von Sch.e.l.len!"
But Dave Darrin, knocking von Sch.e.l.len"s hand away, seized the lever, forcing the periscope to rise to its full height above the conning tower.
Nor did he stop there. With the mightiest twist and wrench of which he was capable he jammed the lever so that it could not be promptly operated to lower the periscope.
"Stop!" thundered von Sch.e.l.len, leaping to his feet, his face purple with rage.
"I"ve stopped," a.s.sented Darry, smilingly, as he stepped back.
"Do you realize what you have done, scoundrelly Yankee?" hissed the ober-lieutenant, also rising and drawing his revolver.
"Of course I do," Dave smilingly a.s.sented.
"You have jammed the periscope. But at least we can dive when we need, for--there!"
With deft manipulation of a small device the German commander added:
"I have closed the valves of the "scope, which will now admit no water if we dive. You did not succeed, Herr Darrin. But you will draw upon us the Yankee fire if yonder commander is now able to sight our scope."
As if to verify the statement a m.u.f.fled sound came to them through the water. Glancing down swiftly at the table von Sch.e.l.len saw that reflected which caused him to exclaim:
"The Yankee destroyer has opened upon us with her forward port gun. And there goes the starboard gun!"
Von Sch.e.l.len, at a nod from his chief, signalled the orders for diving.
The ober-lieutenant saw the "Reed," as pictured on the white table, come steaming toward the submarine at full speed.
"You idiot!" raged the German commander. "Your treachery has betrayed us, and now the Yankee will do his best to sink us and drown all on board here."
"That"s what I"m praying right now he"ll do!" cried Dave Darrin, his face radiant with the glory of the thought.
CHAPTER XI
A VICTIM OF COURTESY
"AND what about the woman we have on board?" demanded the ober-lieutenant, hurriedly. "Would you destroy her, too--cause her, if you could, to die the death of drowning helplessly?"
"I--I had forgotten her," Dave confessed.
But from the pa.s.sageway came a prompt response.
"Never mind me," called Mrs. Launce. "I have heard, and I, also, pray to see this pirate craft destroyed before it can accomplish any more wickedness and destruction. My own death does not matter!"
"Silence, woman!" cried the ober-lieutenant, glaring at Mrs. Launce.
"Mrs. Launce has spoken, and has no more to say," broke in the unruffled voice of Caleb Launce.
"Is that the way you address women when they are helpless?" Dave demanded, tauntingly.
"When they take part in conversations without being asked," the German answered, curtly.
"I have heard it was a way with the naval men of your country," Dave drove back, tauntingly.
Von Sch.e.l.len reported:
"We are now sixty feet below the surface, and headed west by southwest.
Any further orders?"
"None," replied the commander. "Keep to the course until I direct it to be changed."
With a stiff salute von Sch.e.l.len turned and vanished.
"Your Yankee friend shall not catch us this time," jeered the ober-lieutenant. "Listen! Can you hear his propellers? We are going directly away from him."
"He will catch you, in the end," Darrin retorted, "or some other comrade will. I know how many of your craft our Navy has put out of commission, and I know how many our Allies have destroyed."
"But you do not know how many submarines we have left, nor how fast we are building them," mocked the German commander.
"Do not be too sure of that," Dave retorted. "It may be that our information is more exact than you suspect."