"Andrews, I congratulate you."
"I"m naturally interested in saving the ship, sir, and my own skin as well," replied Ensign Andrews with a grin.
Dave, not having taken his eyes from the faint streak on the water, called for highest speed and a complete turn. Then, ordering the rays of the searchlight to play over the water, Darrin sent the "Grigsby" racing, bow-on, toward the spot from which he judged the torpedo to have been launched. In the meantime Dalzell"s "Reed" had turned her prow in the same general direction, steaming slowly after the "Grigsby."
"The Hun can"t be located," Dave confessed, a few minutes later. "That chap is like most of the other Hun submarine commanders. He"ll launch a torpedo by stealth, but as soon as he knows the destroyer is after him he hunts depth and runs away."
Dave"s next order was to send a wireless message, warning all mine-sweepers and other craft that an enemy submarine had been discovered in that location.
Though no word had been pa.s.sed for Lieutenant Fernald, that executive officer, awakened by the b.u.mp and the abrupt change in the destroyer"s course, hurried to the bridge.
"Did you get a good rest, Fernald?" Dave queried, half an hour later.
"Fine, sir."
"Then I am going to the chart-room to rest for a while. I got chilled dozing in that chair. Set the bell going in the chart-room if I"m wanted."
Then Dave slept on, without call, for a few hours, well knowing that Lieutenant Fernald could well fill his place. The first signs of dawn awakened Darrin. He sprang up, reaching for the bridge telephone.
"All secure, sir," reported Fernald, from the bridge.
Dave therefore delayed long enough to make his toilet--a none too frequent luxury aboard a destroyer in the danger zone. Then, fully refreshed and ruddy, Darrin drew on his tunic and over that his sheepskin coat. Placing his uniform cap on his head he stepped out on deck before the sun had begun to rise up above the sea.
In the distance, in three different directions, as many British mine-sweepers could be seen patiently combing the seas for mines.
"What number recovered?" Dave signalled.
"Three," replied one craft. "Five," said another. "One," came from the third sweeper.
"Nine in all," Dave remarked to Fernald. "We"re in a mine field, then. We shall need to be vigilant."
The sun soon rose, strong and brilliant, only to pa.s.s behind a bank of clouds and leave the air damp and chilly. An hour later a fog settled over the English Channel, soon becoming so dense that one could not see beyond about three hundred yards.
Dave went below to a hurried breakfast. Returning, he sent Lieutenant Fernald to his meal and rest.
"I"ll remain on the bridge all day, unless this fog lifts," Darrin decided. He increased the number of lookouts and ordered slow speed, so that the long, narrow destroyer, capable of racing rapidly over the waves, now merely crept along.
When the watch was changed Dave barely returned the salutes of the departing and oncoming watch officers, for his whole attention was centered on the sea. Half an hour after that he started slightly, then stared hard.
Off the starboard bow he thought he made out something moving as slowly as the "Grigsby" herself was proceeding.
"Pick that up, Mr. Ormsby, and see if it"s anything more than a dream,"
ordered Dave, pointing.
Instantly the course of the destroyer was changed several points to starboard and speed increased a trifle.
Through the haze there soon developed the outlines of a steam craft, set low in the water, and of not more than two thousand tons. She was not a handsome craft, but, on the contrary, appeared ghostlike as she stood only half-revealed through the fog.
Undoubtedly the stranger had a lookout up forward, but no sign of one could be made out as the "Grigsby" gained on her.
Her markings indicated that she belonged to one of the neutral countries to the northward. The wet flag that she flew drooped so tightly around the staff that nothing could be learned from that bit of bunting.
"One of the neutral traders," remarked Ensign Ormsby.
"She must give an account of herself," Dave answered. "Whatever she is, or carries, she doesn"t look like a craft to be entrusted with a valuable cargo."
As the "Grigsby" ranged up alongside, an officer stepped out from the stranger"s wheelhouse and came to the rail.
"What craft is that?" Dave demanded.
The skipper, if such he was, replied in broken English, naming a neutral country, and adding that the vessel was the "Olga," bound for an English port with a cargo of wood pulp.
"I knew she couldn"t carry a costly cargo," Dave muttered, then commanded, through a megaphone:
"Lie to and stand by to be inspected."
"Vat?" demanded the foreign skipper, in evident amazement.
Dave repeated the order.
"But ve all right are," insisted the skipper, "vot I told you iss our cargo."
"Lie to, just the same," Dave commanded. "We"ll be aboard at once."
That made the skipper angry, but he dared not resist. The muzzles of two of the "Grigsby"s" three-inch guns were pointed straight at him now, so the clumsy craft stopped and lay tossing on the choppy sea.
Ensign Burton and a boarding crew were told off for one of the power launches. At the last instant Dave decided to go with the party and took his place in the launch. He was first aboard the stranger when the launch had been made fast alongside.
It was now a younger officer who met him at the rail.
"Where is your skipper?" Darrin demanded.
"He me has given der papers to you show," replied the younger officer.
"Come mit me to der cabin, please."
"I must see this craft"s master, and at once," Darrin insisted.
"He here cannot be at dis minute," replied the foreign mate. "To de cabin mit me come, please."
"Your cargo is wood pulp, you say?" Dave continued.
"Yes, sir."
"Where is it?"
"In our hold, already, sir," answered the mate.
"Throw off that hatch," Dave directed, pointing. "I am going to inspect your cargo."