Dave Darrin and the German Submarines.
by H. Irving Hanc.o.c.k.
CHAPTER I
ON THE SEA PATROL
"Anything sighted?" called Lieutenant-Commander Dave Darrin as he stepped briskly from the little chart-room back of the wheel-house and turned his face toward the bridge.
"Nothing, sir, all afternoon," responded Lieutenant Dan Dalzell from the bridge.
Dave ran lightly up the steps, returning, as he reached the bridge, the salutes of Dalzell, executive officer, and of Ensign Phelps, officer of the deck.
"It"s been a dull afternoon, then?" queried Darrin, his eyes viewing the sea, whose waters rose and fell in gentle swells.
No land was in sight from the bridge of the United States torpedo boat destroyer, "John J. Logan," which was moving at cruising speed westerly from the coast of Ireland. The course lay through the "Danger Zone"
created by the presence of unknown numbers of hidden German submarines.
For a winter day the weather had been warm. Forward the two men of the bow watch and the crews of the rapid-fire guns had removed their coats and had left them below.
Though there was neither enemy nor friendly craft in sight, Darrin noted with swift if silent approval that there was no evidence of lax watch.
At port and starboard, amidships, there were men on watch, as also at the stern. Members of gun-crews lounged close to their stations, to which additional men could be summoned in a flash. Aft, also, two men stood by the device from which it might be necessary, at any instant, to drop a depth bomb.
Trained down to the last point of condition by constant work, these officers and men of the torpedo boat destroyer made one think of hard, lean hunting dogs, which, in human guise, they really were. Not only had toil brought this about but sleep was something of a luxury aboard the "Logan." On a cruise these men of Admiral Speare"s fleet of destroyers slept with their clothes on, the same rule applying to the officers.
Dave Darrin had slept in the chart-room for three hours this afternoon, following eighteen hours of duty on deck.
"Any wireless messages worth reading?" was Darrin"s next question.
"None intended for us, sir, and none others of startling nature, sir,"
replied Ensign Phelps, handing his superior a loose-leaf note-book. "I think you saw the last one, sir, and since that came in there were none important enough to be filed."
Dave read the uppermost message, nodded, then handed back the book.
For the next ten minutes Darrin scanned through his gla.s.ses, the surface of the sea in all directions.
"I"d like to bag an enemy before supper," he sighed.
"And I"d like to see you do it," came heartily from Dan Dalzell.
"Why don"t you turn in for a nap, Dan?" asked Dave, turning to his chum and second in command, whose eyes looked heavy.
"I believe I could," admitted Dalzell, almost reluctantly. "Mr. Phelps, will you leave word with your relief to have me called just after eight bells?"
Down the steps Dalzell went, to the chart-room, closing the door curtains behind him. It is one of the unwritten rules that, at sea, the commander of a vessel and his executive officer shall not both sleep at the same time.
As for Dave Darrin, he felt that he might be on deck up to midnight, at least. After that he might s.n.a.t.c.h "forty winks," leaving orders to be called just before dawn.
Short of sleep always, weighted down with responsibility, young Darrin was happy none the less. First of all, after his wide professional preparation in many quarters of the globe, he was at last actually in the great world war. He was in the very place where big things were being done at sea, and the war had brought him promotion and independent command. What more could so young a naval officer ask, except sufficient contact with the enemy to make life interesting?
An hour pa.s.sed. Dave and Phelps talked but little, and nothing out of the usual happened, the "Logan" keeping on her course still at cruising speed. But now the sun was well down on the western horizon; the northwesterly wind blew a little harder, though not enough to roughen the surface of the sea noticeably.
"Orderly, there!" called Phelps, quietly from the bridge. "Go to my quarters for my sheepskin coat and bring it here. Do you wish yours, sir?" turning to Darrin.
"I"ll step below and get it," decided Dave. "I"ll probably be back here with you shortly."
Going stealthily into the chart-room, Dave took a glance at his chum, now sound asleep in a chair, with a blanket drawn over him. Dave reached for his coat, donned it and b.u.t.toned it up, then stepped outside. First of all he moved forward to make a brief but keen inspection of the gun-crews and their pieces; then, to starboard, after which he strolled amidships. For a few minutes he was below to receive the report of the chief engineer, then went aft to inspect the gunners and the watch, returning on the port side to the bridge.
Soon after that the sun sank into the sea, and darkness came rapidly on.
"It"s going to be a fine night, sir," said Ensign Phelps, as Dave came up on the bridge.
"A fine night for something besides steaming, I hope, Mr. Phelps," Dave replied, with a smile in which there was something more than mere wistfulness.
"Amen to that!" agreed the young ensign.
"Wind is shifting, sir," said Mr. Phelps, fifteen minutes later, when darkness had settled down.
"So I observed," answered the youthful commanding officer. "From nor"west to nor"east. That cloud over to nor"east looks as if it carried a lot of wind."
Dave took a quick glance at the barometer, but it had not fallen much.
"No storm in sight yet," said Dave, thoughtfully. "But cloudy."
"Aye," nodded Ensign Phelps. "And a black night may aid either us or an enemy."
"More likely the enemy," replied Darrin, reflectively. "An observer on a submarine, with the aid of the microphonic or adapted telephonic device, that is now credited with having been perfected, can hear us coming when we"re some distance away."
"And the same observer can discover our direction as compared with his own position, and can even judge the extent of the distance fairly well," remarked the ensign.
"True," Darrin nodded. Then, suddenly, he spoke energetically, as one gripped by a new idea.
"Mr. Phelps, have the word pa.s.sed to all men on watch to keep a doubly sharp lookout for approaching craft and thus avoid danger of collision.
No one carries running lights in these waters. The watch will also be extremely vigilant for submarines."
Again and again the watch, startled by shadows, of which the sea is ever full at night, called out low-spoken warnings. The officers on the bridge were kept busy investigating these alarms with their night gla.s.ses. In fact they frequently were deceived too. Every man"s nerves were on edge; gunners swallowed hard, and with frequency moistened their lips with their tongues. Every man up topside on the "Logan" felt that peril was hovering near. It was not fear; it was perhaps that sixth sense that gives the alarm in moments of unseen danger. So intense was the nervous strain that the creaking of a brace or the sound of a straining plate, as the destroyer rolled, made every man on deck jump.
It was a trying situation and such as brought gray hairs to many a ship"s master in these days of deeds and daring. Better far the rush of a torpedo in their direction than this nerve-racking waiting for something that every man on the destroyer felt was coming.
Lieutenant-Commander Darrin, sensing all this, for the very air was charged with expectancy, frequently steadied the watch with an encouraging word or a sharp, low-spoken command. Dave sympathized with them, for he was in very much the same nervous condition. Of course he could not show it.
"Curtin, we"re in for some work to-night, or else I have an attack of nerves. I feel it," said Dave without taking his eyes from observation of the sea.
"So do I. Queer how a fellow can sense danger when he neither can hear, see, feel nor smell it," said Mr. Curtin.
"Submarine hunting is hard on the nerves, but it"s worth while,"
returned Dave. "I think that must be what makes life on a destroyer so attractive to us. It is the real sporting game. I-What"s that?"