Rounding up the Raider.
by Percy F. Westerman.
CHAPTER I
The Captured Liner
"Fifteen days more and then Old England once again!" exclaimed Frank Denbigh.
"And bonnie Scotland for me!" added Charlie Stirling.
"You"ll not be forgettin" "tis Ould Oireland I"m bound for,"
remonstrated Pat O"Hara, purposely dropping into the brogue.
The three chums had just been reading the "miles made good"
announcement that, printed in English and j.a.panese, was daily exhibited in various parts of S.S. _Nichi Maru_.
"Hostile submarines permitting," remarked Denbigh with a laugh, after he had taken good care that no lady pa.s.sengers were within earshot.
"Rot!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Stirling. "We"ve cleared them out of the Channel pretty well. It"s part of the work of the British Navy under----"
"Stop it!" interrupted O"Hara good-humouredly. "I know what you were going to say: that old tag from the Articles of War. I propose that every time the word submarine is mentioned by anyone of us while on board this vessel the delinquent shall be suitably punished as soon as the sun"s over the fore-yard."
"Hear, hear! I second that," agreed Stirling. "No more "shop". We"ll get plenty of that in a few weeks" time. I fancy My Lords won"t let us kick our heels in idleness for long, and honestly, the sooner we settle down to business the better."
The three chums were Sub-lieutenants, homeward bound from a portion of a certain group of islands off the coast of New Guinea, having till recently the high-sounding t.i.tle of the Bismarck Archipelago. The youthful but none the less glorious Australian Navy had quickly changed the colour of that portion of the map, but the climate was a more formidable foe than the former German garrison. Thus the three young officers, who had been "lent" to the recently-formed navy, had the misfortune to be stricken with fever.
After a long convalescence, which by a pure coincidence lasted almost exactly the same time in each of the three cases, Denbigh, Stirling, and O"Hara were ordered to return to England and to resume their duties with the navy of the Motherland.
They had travelled by an intermediate boat to Singapore, whence, in order to save delay, they had proceeded by a j.a.panese liner, the _Nichi Maru_, bound from Nagasaki to London. It was a case of misdirected zeal, for, owing to the torpedoing of a large j.a.panese liner in the Mediterranean, the _Nichi Maru_ had been ordered to take the longer pa.s.sage round the Cape instead of the usual route via the Suez Ca.n.a.l.
"Hulloa! What"s the excitement?" enquired Denbigh, pointing in the direction of the bridge. The chums had gained the promenade deck, whence most of the navigating bridge of the liner could be seen. There was evidently something to warrant his exclamation, for the dapper little j.a.panese officer of the watch was steadily keeping his binoculars upon some distant object.
"There"s a smudge of smoke away to the nor"east"ard," announced Stirling. "The mild excitement of sighting a vessel will help to push the hands of the clock. Now if someone will kindly suggest a sweepstake on the nationality of yonder craft----"
The door of the wireless room opened. The sharp peculiar cackle of the instruments announced that an exchange of messages was in progress. A messenger made his way to the bridge. Almost immediately after, the captain hurried from his cabin. Evidently "something was in the wind", for the appearance of the imperturbable commander of the _Nichi Maru_ at this time of day was rather unusual.
"We"re altering helm," declared O"Hara after a brief interval. "Since we can speak with that vessel without the necessity of having to close, it points to something of the nature of a serious mishap."
The rest of the pa.s.sengers were now making their way on deck. By an inexplicable intuition the presence of the still invisible vessel had made itself felt. None of the officers had communicated the news that the _Nichi Maru_ was in touch with another craft, yet in five minutes the decks were crowded with a medley of Europeans and Asiatics.
"Do you know what is wrong, sir?" asked Denbigh, addressing one of the j.a.panese officers who happened to be making his way aft.
The j.a.p shook his head. Like most of the _Nichi Maru"s_ officers he spoke English. The question was plain to him, but with Oriental reticence he politely evaded it.
"I"ll get my gla.s.ses," announced O"Hara.
"And mine, while you are about it," said Denbigh.
"And mine, too," added the Scot.
O"Hara quickly returned with the desired articles. Bringing their binoculars to bear upon the smudge on the horizon the three Subs made the discovery that there was a two-masted, three-funnelled vessel lying apparently hove-to. Smoke was issuing from her after-funnel in dense clouds, that rose slowly in the still sultry air.
"She"s flying an ensign," remarked the Irishman.
"Yes, straight up and down like a wet dishclout," added Stirling. "For all the good it"s doing it needn"t be there."
"Perhaps her propeller shaft is broken," suggested one of the pa.s.sengers, an English merchant who had given up a good position in Tokio to return home in order to "do his bit".
"Hardly," replied Denbigh. "She"s bound to be a twin screw, and it isn"t likely that both engines would break down."
"I don"t know so much about that," said O"Hara, pointing aft, where a crowd of j.a.panese seamen were engaged in preparing a large flexible steel hawser. "It looks as if we were going to take her in tow. And it"s a long, long way to Las Palmas, worse luck."
"She"s a Dutchman," declared Stirling. "I can make out the red, white, and blue ensign. I wouldn"t mind betting she"s one of the Rotterdam and Batavia liners."
The three British officers relapsed into silence, devoting their whole attention upon the disabled liner which was now momentarily looming larger and larger as the _Nichi Maru_ hastened to her aid.
Presently the engine-room telegraph bell clanged and the j.a.panese vessel"s engines began to slow down. Two of the boats were swung out ready to be lowered, while the four ship"s surgeons stood by, ready to be taken to the helpless Dutchman.
"Bad boiler-room accident," exclaimed one of the European pa.s.sengers, who had learnt the news from a j.a.panese petty-officer.
"Boiler accident be hanged!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Denbigh, excitedly. "We"re done in, you fellows. That vessel"s no Dutchman."
As if in confirmation of the Sub"s announcement the tricolour of Holland was smartly lowered, its place being taken by that shame-faced and palpable imitation of the good old British White Ensign--the Black Cross of Germany. Simultaneously portions of the vessel"s plating swung outboard, revealing a battery of six fifteen-centimetre Krupp guns.
"_Nichi Maru_, ahoy!" shouted a guttural voice in English, for the two vessels were now within megaphone-hailing distance. "Surrender instantly, or we send you to the bottom."
There was a pause, while the officer who had shouted the message was being prompted.
"Make no attempt to use your wireless," he continued. "That will not save you. It will make things very bad for you. Stand by to receive a prize crew."
Although completely surprised by the dramatic turn of events, both the crew and pa.s.sengers of the _Nichi Maru_ remained perfectly calm. The captain, a descendant of the knightly Samurai of Old j.a.pan, was on the point of ordering full speed ahead, with the object of ramming the perfidious vessel and sending both ships to a common destruction; but the knowledge that the safety of nearly a thousand non-combatants, many of them women and children, would be in dire peril through such an act compelled him to submit to the inevitable.
Humanity, not fear, had conquered the courteous and lion-hearted yellow skipper.
Boats were lowered from the German auxiliary cruiser--for such she undoubtedly was. Into them clambered a number of motley-garbed men armed with rifles and automatic pistols. But for their modern weapons the boat"s crew might have come from the deck of an Eighteenth-Century buccaneering craft.
"I say, you fellows," said O"Hara, "I"m off below."
"What for?" asked his companions in surprise. Not for one moment did they imagine that the Irishman was showing the white feather, but at the same time they were mystified by his announcement.
"To get into uniform," he replied. "Those skunks won"t find me in mufti."
"Right oh!" declared Denbigh. "We"ll slip into ours, too."
In a few minutes the chums had changed into their naval uniforms. By the time they regained the promenade deck the Germans were in possession of the ship.