"Pa.s.s the word that the first man really to sight a periscope or a conning tower shall have a fortnight"s sh.o.r.e leave extra," Dave ordered.
He smiled as he heard the scattering cheer that greeted that announcement.
"The real way to the sailorman"s heart lies through extra sh.o.r.e leave,"
he told Fernald.
"I wouldn"t mind winning that prize myself," muttered the executive officer. "That is, if I were sure that I could honestly accept the leave without prejudice to duty."
"Find the periscope, then," smiled Darrin. "I am sure I can win the promised reward, even for the executive officer."
Not long afterward they were in plain sight of the "Gloucester." On she came, the smoke pouring from her pair of funnels. A fast craft, the hospital ship was making about her best time in her hurry to get safely across with her precious human cargo.
Then the "Grigsby" swung far out to port, cut a part of a circle, and came back on the hospital ship"s port bow, darting ahead again, cutting across the hospital ship"s bow far ahead and to port, then turning and crossing once more.
After the two craft had proceeded some distance farther the two mine-sweepers were sighted well ahead. These craft would soon turn and sweep the waters for mines ahead of the hospital ship.
Not mere fancy capers was the "Grigsby" cutting. As she crossed the "Gloucester"s" bows time and again her lookouts were able to keep sharp watch to port and starboard of the ship that bore a human cargo of pain and suffering. It was the only way for a solitary destroyer to keep effective watch on both sides of the ship she was convoying.
Twice Dave used his gla.s.s to glance along the nearer rail of the steamship in search of Belle Darrin. He did not find her thus, and did not try again, for he must not fail in his unceasing watch for the ship"s safety.
The mine-sweepers signalled their message of greeting, then turned and swung into place. From this point the "Gloucester" and her escort slowed down speed to accommodate that of the smaller craft.
The vessel wearing the emblem of the Red Cross had not yet reached the spot at which the sweepers had turned.
Over the sea came a sullen, significant roar. The "Gloucester" shivered from stem to stern. A wail of anguish went up in concert from the soldiers on board the hospital ship who were worst wounded.
It had come so suddenly that, for an instant, Dave Darrin was dazed.
"That wasn"t a torpedo!" he cried, hoa.r.s.ely, a second or two later.
"She hit a mine, sir," reported Lieutenant Fernald. "It wasn"t the fault of the sweepers, either, for they hadn"t time to get that far. But it"s awful--awful! There"ll be hundreds of the poor fellows drowned!"
Dave quickly recovered his presence of mind. As the "Gloucester" shut off speed Darrin turned and dashed at full speed to the aid of the stricken craft.
Even as the race of rescue began Darrin sent to the radio operator this message to send broadcast through the air:
"S. O. S.! Hospital ship "Gloucester" has struck mine and must founder soon. Rush at best speed to give aid. S. O. S.!"
In the message Darrin included also the exact position of the stricken vessel.
Two launches were swung outward on the davits. Darrin sprang down to the deck to personally select the men to man the launches. Into the launches were thrown several rolls of heavy canvas and rolls of cordage, as well as such tools as might be needed.
By the time that the "Grigsby" had shut off speed and lain to, the decks of the "Gloucester" were observed to be crowded with people.
The two launches, with Dave Darrin in one of them, shoved off and were quickly alongside the hospital ship. Two ship"s ladders were let down over the side. Up these went the two boarding parties as rapidly as they could move. Lines came swirling down, and canvas rolls and other supplies were hoisted to the deck. This work was all quickly done.
Not a second must be lost. Dave ordered Ensign Peters and several men forward to the bow of the hospital ship. With the remainder, Dave, carrying a roll of canvas over one shoulder, and all hands carrying some burden, started to go below.
With a group of Red Cross nurses who stood silently and calmly by the patients who were being borne to the deck, Darrin was sure that he caught sight of Belle.
But he did not look a second time. There was too much to be done now when seconds were precious. Nor did Belle look up from the work that she was doing among the wounded on stretchers.
A member of the crew led the American party below. Here Dave found two mates and a score of sailors already at work. They were trying to accomplish the very thing Darrin had come prepared to do--to rig canvas over the hole in the hull to shut out as much of the water as was possible.
If this could be accomplished, and if the "Gloucester"s" pumps could drive out most of the water that got in past the canvas patch, then it might be possible for the hospital ship to keep afloat until other rescue craft could reach the scene.
"We"ll take your orders, sir," spoke up one of the mates, saluting, as Dave and his party reached a forward hold where, despite the flimsy canvas patch already rigged, the water was almost waist-deep.
"We"ll work together," returned Dave, briefly. "It may turn out that the ship can be kept afloat for an hour or two."
"The bulkheads were shut, sir," the mate explained, hurriedly, "but fragments of the mine entered this first water-tight compartment, and also the second. You"d better go down into the second compartment, too, sir."
Darrin hurried up to the deck, followed by the mates and their men. The hole in the first compartment extended some six inches below water line and some two feet above. It was a long, jagged hole. Trying to descend into the second compartment with the chief mate, Darrin found that the hole here extended at least a foot below water line.
"It"s going to be no use, sir," said the mate, sorrowfully. "I don"t believe the ship can be kept afloat more than ten minutes before she goes down by the head. These are our two biggest compartments."
CHAPTER XXIII
A n.o.bLE FIGHT WITHOUT WEAPONS
NOR was the mate"s warning a panicky one. There seemed not one chance in a hundred of closing the gaps sufficiently to keep the hospital ship afloat long enough to save many of its wounded pa.s.sengers.
Dave had made his plans while coming alongside. By this time the repair material he had brought along lay on the deck. He called his own men to help him, and the chief officer sent two score more of British seamen to his aid.
The engine-room fires being as yet untouched by water, the pumps were working with tremendous force.
"Unroll that canvas, there. Run it out lively," Darrin ordered.
In a twinkling the first patch was ready. Dave himself helped with weighting what was intended for the lower edge of the patch, and with reeving in ropes at the sides and top.
"Over with it!"
Lowered down into place, the patch was fitted to the hole. It still had to be made fast.
Both port and starboard gangways had been lowered, and launches from the destroyer were alongside, receiving badly wounded men who had been taken over the side on stretchers. The "Grigsby"s" cutters were also alongside, picking up such of the wounded men as could jump in life belts. The "Gloucester"s" own boats swung out after being loaded. The mine-sweepers had come up and had lowered their boats and sent them to the rescue.
Several hundred men and women were reasonably sure of being saved, but unless Darrin succeeded in what he was undertaking, from twelve to fifteen hundred other human beings were surely doomed.
Badly as boats were needed, Dave had to commandeer two of the smallest.
Himself going in one of these, he superintended the making fast of the canvas patches below from the water. Seamen over the hull"s side in slings, acting under the second mate, did valiant service at the same time.
With a single outside canvas patch over the forward hole, Darrin moved back to the second breach. Here, too, a patch was quickly put in place.
By this time the "Grigsby" and the mine-sweepers had received nearly as many rescued pa.s.sengers as they could hold. The small boats were returning for more.