On Board the Raider
"I wish to call attention to the fact, gentlemen, that we acted in
strict accordance with the rights of belligerents," remarked Kapitan
von Riesser.
The _Pelikan's_ captain was seated in his cabin. On either side of him
stood von Langer, the ober-leutnant who had been in charge of the
boarding-party, and Unter-leutnant Kaspar Klick. Facing him stood
Denbigh, Stirling, and O'Hara.
"I am afraid we cannot agree with you," replied Denbigh.
"Possibly not," retorted von Riesser, "but on what grounds?"
"It is hardly a humane act to turn those people adrift in open boats,"
continued the Sub.
"What else could I do? Surely you would not expect us to receive a
thousand people on board this ship? They will be picked up, without
doubt, within a few hours."
"Perhaps," declared Denbigh. "But there is always a risk. Your action
in sinking that ship is unjustifiable. I am not here to argue the
point, but I will merely state a case in which one of your captains did
not think it advisable to go to the lengths you did. When, in the
early part of the war, the _Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse_ compelled the
British liners _Galicia_ and _Arlanza_ to heave-to, these ships were
subsequently allowed to proceed----"
"Yes, but at that time you English were not attempting to starve us out
by a blockade," interrupted the kapitan excitedly, as men do when
cornered in argument.
Denbigh shrugged his shoulders. He had made his protest and had scored
a point.
"We have done with the past," continued von Riesser. "My object in
sending for you is to explain your position. You are, of course,
prisoners of war. It is my intention to accord you treatment as your
rank demands. In ordinary circumstances you are at liberty to leave
your cabins and come on deck whenever you wish during hours of
daylight. There may be times when it will be necessary for you to be
locked in--perhaps taken below. But, understand: if you attempt to
jeopardize the safety of the ship, or to communicate with any passing
vessel, or, in short, to behave other than officers on parole----"
"But we are not on parole," interrupted O'Hara.
"It matters not," declared the kapitan. "If I choose to consider that
you are equivalent to being on parole that is my affair. If, then, you
break any of the conditions I have mentioned you will be tried by a
properly constituted court consisting of officers of the ship, and if
found guilty you will be shot. Is that perfectly clear?"
The three prisoners signified their assent. After all, the German's
stipulations were reasonable.
Von Riesser turned and conversed for a few minutes with his
ober-leutnant. O'Hara, being ignorant of German, and Stirling having
but a slight knowledge of the language, were unable to understand the
drift of the conversation. Denbigh, on the other hand, was a fluent
linguist, but he had already decided to keep that knowledge from his
captors.
Presently Kapitan von Riesser produced a British Navy List. Somewhat
to the British officers' surprise they noticed that it was dated "April
1916", or more than a twelvemonth since the last list had been
obtainable by the public.
"You have qualified as an interpreter, I see," remarked von Riesser.
"For what languages?"
"Hindustani, Swahili, and Arabic," replied Denbigh promptly. He did
not think it necessary to add that German was amongst his
qualifications, and he thanked his lucky stars that the recent Navy
Lists do not specify the language in which officer-interpreters are
expert.
"You are evidently considered a promising young officer," continued the
kapitan. He could not refrain from adding, with a thinly-veiled sneer,
"I am afraid your services will be lost to the English Admiralty for
some time to come."
"Perhaps," drawled Denbigh, with such well-feigned indifference that
von Riesser glanced keenly at the young officer's clear-cut features.
Having subjected Stirling and O'Hara to an examination--in which the
Irishman scored more than once by his smart repartees--the prisoners
were dismissed.
The first meal on board the raider was served in the cabin allotted
them. Judging by the nature of the repast provisions were neither
scarce nor unvaried. Having finished, they went on deck. No one
offered to interfere with them. The seamen affected to ignore them.
Once Unter-leutnant Kaspar Klick passed, and gave them such a look that
O'Hara afterwards remarked he would like to have a quiet five minutes
with the German.
"I wonder they haven't searched us," said Stirling in a low voice.
"Now I wish I had put my small revolver into my coat pocket. I thought
it would have been too risky."
"For the same reason I practically emptied my pockets before we left
the _Nichi Maru_," declared Denbigh.
"And so did I," added O'Hara, "but I took jolly good care to hide that
little automatic pistol--you know the one: I collared it from a German
officer in that little scrap at Herbertshoehe."
"For goodness sake be careful," protested the cautious and level-headed
Scot.
"I'll try to be," replied O'Hara non-committedly.
"Where is the pistol?" asked Denbigh.
"Inside the lining of my cap," replied the Irishman. "Can you see any
sign of a bulge under the cap-cover?"
"Not a trace," declared Denbigh. "Only, old man, remember you are
rather hot-headed. Let's hope there won't be a premature explosion."
"There won't," said O'Hara emphatically. "Because I've no cartridges."
"That's something to be thankful for," remarked Stirling. "But what,
might I ask, is the use of an automatic pistol, if you haven't any
cartridges?"
"You never know your luck," replied O'Hara. "I may manage to pick up
some on board. Whist!"
Von Langer, the fat ober-leutnant who had been in charge of the
boarding-party, was approaching.
Possibly at a hint from his chief he had dropped his overbearing
manner, for he addressed the prisoners in a mild tone.
"It is nearly sunset," he remarked. "You vos go below. I am sorry to
tell you dis, but dese are orders. Wir mussen vorsichtig zu Werke
gehen."
Denbigh gave no sign that he understood. Von Langer had hoped to trip
the Englishman, but he had failed.
"What was that Johnny spouting about?" asked Stirling, when the three
chums had retired to the cabin.
"That they had to be very careful," replied Denbigh. "That I don't
doubt. I'll give them a week at the very outside. If we are not free
men then, I reckon we're booked to Davy Jones his locker."
The cabin was plainly furnished. An electric light was burning, but
the porthole had been previously closed and locked. Overhead an
electric fan was buzzing, while fresh air was admitted by means of
ventilation pipes communicating with the open air.
"We might do worse," remarked O'Hara as he proceeded to undress. "The
rotten part of it is, we can't see what's going on outside. The
beggars have cooped us up pretty well."
"They are evidently busy," said Stirling, as the bustling of some
hundreds of men was plainly audible above the hum of the fan. "Perhaps
they do the worst of their dirty work during the hours of darkness."
The three officers proceeded to make an examination of their quarters.
The walls were of pitch-pine, but upon O'Hara sacrificing one of his
razors, it was found that the woodwork merely formed a casing to a thin
steel bulkhead. The ceiling, too, was of steel, coated with a patent
cement to preserve the metal and to prevent "sweating". The door was
of steel, and was fitted with a "jalousie" or latticed shutter; but
their captors had taken the precaution of bolting a solid metal plate
over the opening.
"Not much chance for anyone who happens to be a somnambulist," said
Denbigh. "Well, it's no use kicking against the pricks when you're
barefooted. I'm going to turn in. By Jove, I do feel horribly sleepy."
"And so do I," added Stirling, unable to stifle a terrific yawn.
"I believe I'm asleep already," muttered O'Hara drowsily.
A moment later the three chums were lost in oblivion. An opiate
secretly administered by the doctor had been mixed with their food. So
soundly did they sleep that they were unaware of a terrific crash that
took place during the middle watch--the explosion of a torpedo launched
from the supposed Dutch liner at a large French vessel.
Von Riesser had risked an example of frightfulness. The huge,
heavily-charged missile--powerful enough to sink the largest battleship
afloat within a couple of hours from the moment of impact--had
literally torn to pieces the lightly-built hull of its victim. Before
the luckless passengers and crew rushed for the boats--and these were
for the most part shattered--the French craft sunk like a stone.
It was not until the sun was almost overhead that Pat O'Hara awoke.
The deadlight of the porthole had been unshipped and the cabin was
flooded with dazzling sunlight.
He sat up in his bunk. His head seemed to be splitting. Everything in
view was slowly moving to and fro with a semicircular motion.
"What the deuce have I been up to?" he soliloquized. "Where was I last
night? By Jove, I must have had another touch of that rotten malaria."
Presently the erratic movements of his surroundings quieted down. He
became aware that Denbigh and Stirling, lying in their bunks on the
other side of the cabin, were still sleeping and breathing stertorously.
"Now how in the name of goodness did those fellows get into my cabin?"
asked the puzzled Irishman, for he was under the impression that he was
on board the _Nichi Maru_. "Has someone been having a rag?"
From the alley-way came the sound of voices. He listened. The
speakers were making use of a foreign language. It was not the soft,
pleasing Japanese tongue--something harsh and guttural.
"German!" ejaculated O'Hara. "By my blessed namesake I remember it all
now."
He leapt from his bunk and, crossing the cabin, shook Denbigh by the
shoulders. The Sub's only reply was a grunt of semi-conscious
expostulation. O'Hara turned his attentions to the Scot.
"Fore!" muttered Stirling, engrossed in the joys of a round of golf in
dreamland.
"More like twelve, be jabbers," retorted O'Hara. "The sun's well over
the fore-yard. Show a leg and shine, you lazy bounder."
The discipline imbued in the old Dartmouth College was too strong to
resist the nautical invitation to get up. Stirling rolled from his
bunk--fortunately it was the underneath one--and subsided heavily upon
the floor.
"Pull yourself together, man," counselled O'Hara. "Those rotten Huns
have been hocussing our grub."
"If they have, they have," muttered the imperturbable Stirling.
"That's no reason why you should bellow into my ear like a
ninety-thousand horse-power siren."
Leaving the Sub huddled upon the floor O'Hara proceeded to dress.
Suddenly he exclaimed:
"The dirty spalpeens! They've been to my pockets while I was asleep."
This announcement literally electrified his companion, for Stirling
remembered that he had over twenty pounds in Australian sovereigns in
his purse. Alas! The gold had vanished.
"Your pistol?" asked Stirling.
The Irishman whipped his uniform cap from a hat-peg.
"It's there," he reported. "And might you be wanting it to let
daylight into the fellow who collared your cash?"
"Not much use without cartridges," replied Stirling savagely. "It
might have got us into hot water if they had found it. Better pitch it
through the port-hole, old man, before it lands you in queer street."
"No fear," declared O'Hara. "It may come in handy some day."
Some time elapsed before the two men were able to rouse Denbigh from
his stupor. He, too, discovered that a small amount of gold that he
happened to have on him at the time of the capture of the _Nichi Maru_
had been taken from him. Some silver and a few Japanese coins had been
left.
"We've been drugged right enough," said Denbigh. "I wonder why?
There's some underhand game afoot during the hours of darkness.
To-night we'll do without wine at dinner, and see how that acts."
Having completed their toilet the three Subs left the cabin, for the
door was now unlocked and the metal covering to the jalousie removed.
Without stood a seaman on sentry duty. He drew himself up stiffly as
the British officers passed, but made no salute, nor did he attempt to
bar their progress.
At the foot of the companion-ladder a petty-officer stopped them.
"Breakfast awaits you in this cabin," he said in German. Neither
Stirling nor O'Hara understood, while Denbigh was sufficiently on his
guard to feign ignorance of the nature of the announcement.
"Der vos a meal for you in dere," announced von Langer, stepping from
behind the shaft of a ventilator.
"Thank you!" replied the three Subs in unison.
"But it's nearly lunch time, isn't it?" added O'Hara.
"Dey vos tell me der Englische are very fond of sleep," retorted von
Langer with a laugh. "Himmel! I tink dot is very true."
The meal over, the prisoners went on deck. Out of curiosity Denbigh
walked to the rail and leant over the side. He was not surprised at
what he saw. The ship's sides had been painted during the night. The
black band still remained, but the yellow paint had been replaced with
a coat of blue. Already the tropical sun was blistering the still wet
paint, revealing patches of the original hue underneath. The funnels,
too, had been redecorated. They were now red with black tops.
Some minutes later Kapitan von Riesser descended from the bridge and
walked aft. Seeing the British officer he crossed the deck.
"You like our new colour scheme?" he asked.
Denbigh did not reply to the question. He asked another.
"Mr. Stirling and I both lost some gold during the night. Our cabin
was entered while we were asleep and the money taken from our pockets.
Was the--er--theft committed at your instigation?"
For a moment von Riesser hesitated.
"There was no theft," he replied. "The gold was taken from you
prisoners----"
"Contrary to----" began Stirling hotly.
"In accordance with my instructions," continued the Kapitan. "Gold is
of no use to you. Instead, you will be furnished with Notes to its
equivalent as soon as we arrive."
"You may as well get your purser to write out a receipt," said O'Hara.
"It will come in handy when the _Zwaan_--if that's her proper name--is
captured."
Von Riesser laughed boisterously.
"Captured?" he repeated. "Ach! I don't think there is much danger
now. South of the Line there is not a solitary British cruiser that
can touch us in speed. There are plenty of them, I admit, but that is
your English all over. Three swift vessels would be worth all your
East India fleet put together, yet you pack highly-trained crews into
slow and out-of-date tubs."
"Possibly the captain of the _Emden_ thought the same as you do,"
remarked Stirling.
"Mueller had difficulties that I have not," replied von Riesser. "He
was known to be in the Indian Ocean and swift cruisers were dispatched
from England and Australia to hunt for him. Our presence on the High
Seas will not be known to your Admiralty until it is too late. So,
gentlemen, I must ask you to seriously consider the possibility of
finding yourselves prisoners of war in our well-defended Colony of
German East Africa."