JACK GIVES CHASE
"Any sight of the submarine, Frank?" asked Jack, when he stepped on deck
again.
"None," was the reply. "In accordance with instructions you gave before
you went overside we dropped depth bombs in the spot where the U-Boat
disappeared, but without result."
"I guess he's gone, then," said Jack. "But I'd like to get my hands on
that fellow," and he related to Frank the manner in which the German
commander had shot down the wireless operator aboard the Ventura.
"By Jove! What a murderous scoundrel!" muttered Frank.
Jack nodded.
"No worse than the rest of them, I'll wager," he said. "But, hello! The
Ventura's moving again."
As soon as Jack had left the deck of the steamer, Captain Griswold had
ordered the engines started and prepared for a quick dash to shore.
"There are likely to be more of those pesky submarines about here," he
muttered, "and the sooner I reach port the better."
Accordingly he ordered full speed ahead.
"Do you know," said Frank, "I've a hunch that the U-87 is not through with
the Ventura. You know how the German is. He doesn't like to admit he's
been licked, so I figure the submarine commander is likely to have gone
ahead and will be awaiting the approach of the Ventura."
"Now by George! I wouldn't be a bit surprised," Jack agreed. "Well, we'll
be ready for him."
"What are you going to do, Jack?"
"I'll show you. Come."
Jack dashed to the radio room, Frank at his heels.
"Get the Ventura for me," Jack instructed the operator.
It was perhaps five minutes later that the Ventura answered the call. Jack
took the key.
"Captain Griswold?" he asked.
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Captain Templeton, destroyer Essex."
"Well, what do you want this time?"
"Slow down. I'm coming aboard again."
"What for?"
"I'll explain when I get there."
"All right, but I'll tell you I don't like this business."
The instrument became silent.
"Now tell me what you're going to do, Jack," said Frank, as he followed
his chum and commander on deck.
"It's very simple," said Jack. "As you have said, I believe that the
submarine commander will intercept the Ventura again farther along toward
the shore. Now, I'm going to turn the Essex over to you temporarily and
go aboard the Ventura. You know the Germans as well as I do. This man will
no more think of sinking the Ventura without doing a bit of bragging to
the captain, who fooled him once, than he will of flying."
"That's true enough," Frank admitted.
"All right. Now I'll be aboard when he gets there. If he comes aboard,
I'll grab him there. If he doesn't I'll jump to the deck of the submarine
after him and tumble him overboard. I'll trust to you to keep the
submarine occupied and to get a boat to me."
"It's a desperate venture, Jack," Frank protested.
"So it is," was Jack's reply, "but I've a longing to capture this fellow.
If we just sink the submarine, I can't do it of course. Another thing, it
may be that I am not doing just right in leaving my ship, but it will only
be for a couple of hours and I know you can handle it as well as I can."
"Oh, I won't sink her," grinned Frank. "But why not let me be the one to
go?"
"Because I'm not sure you can handle the German commander."
"But you're sure you can, eh?"
"He'll have to be something new in the line of a German if I can't."
"All right," said Frank. "Have it your own way. You're boss here, you
know."
Meantime the Essex and the Ventura had been drawing closer together.
Directly a boat put off from the destroyer and ran alongside of the
steamer. Jack clambered over the side and the launch returned to the
destroyer.
Captain Griswold was waiting for Jack.
"Now what's up?" he wanted to know.
"Come to your cabin and I'll explain," said Jack.
In the seclusion of the cabin he outlined the situation. When he had
concluded a sketch of his plans, Captain Griswold demurred.
"But I don't like to risk my passengers," he said.
"You won't be risking them any more with me aboard than you will without
me," Jack explained. "Besides, you will have the additional protection of
the destroyer. In fact, it may be that the presence of the Essex will
scare the submarine off, but I doubt it. The German commander, as all of
his ilk, is angry at having been balked of his prey. He'll probably have
one more try, destroyer or no destroyer."
"Well," said Captain Griswold, "you're a British naval officer and should
know something, whether you do or not. But I'll tell you right now I hope
the submarine doesn't show up again."
Nevertheless, Captain Griswold was doomed to disappointment, for the U-87
did reappear.
It was almost 6 o'clock in the evening when all on board were startled by
a cry from the lookout.
"Submarine on the port bow, sir."
Instantly all became confusion on the big merchant ship. Passengers, of
whom there were perhaps fifty, became greatly excited. Every man on board
strapped on a life preserver, and waited for he knew not what.
The fact that, directly astern, the Essex, British destroyer, was in plain
sight and trailing them, did not allay their fears. Came a shot from a gun
mounted forward on the submarine, a signal to heave to.
"Obey it," said Jack, to Captain Griswold, on the bridge.
Captain Griswold ordered his engines stopped.
"I'll keep out of sight for a moment," said Jack. "The commander may come
on board."
He stooped down in the shelter of the pilot house.
The submarine drew close to the Ventura, and a voice hailed Captain
Griswold:
"Thought you'd get away did you, you Yankee pig."
It was the voice of the German commander.
"Oh, we may get away yet," said Captain Griswold.
"Don't depend on the destroyer this time," shouted the commander of the
submarine. "I see her approaching, but she won't be soon enough. I'll sink
you and submerge before she can fire a shot."
"Well, you big cut throat," shouted Captain Griswold, losing his temper,
"why don't you do it?"
"You dare to talk to a German officer like that?" thundered the submarine
commander. "You shall be sunk immediately. But first I wanted a word with
you. I just wanted to tell you what fate I hold in store for you."
"It's my opinion," said Captain Griswold, "that you're a big bluff, like
all the rest of your stripe."
Meantime, realizing that the German commander did not intend to board the
Ventura a second time, Jack crept from the shelter of the pilot house
unobserved and stole across the deck until he was beside the rail just
above the U-Boat, whose sides almost scraped the Ventura, so close were
the two vessels together.
Jack removed his coat and his cap, which he dropped on deck. Then he stood
up in full view of the German submarine commander. The latter gazed at him
carelessly, for without his cap and coat Jack showed no sign of being a
British naval officer.
Jack took in the scene about him with a careful eye. The German commander
stood close to the conning tower. There were perhaps half a dozen men
beside him, presumably his officers. The commander was directly below the
spot where Jack stood.
One of the Germans, Jack noticed, kept a close eye on the approaching
Essex and from time to time spoke to the commander in a low tone.
"Oh, these English can't shoot," Jack heard the commander say at last.
"However, I guess we have delayed long enough. Inside with you,
gentlemen."
Two of the Germans descended through the conning tower. This left four on
the deck of the submarine besides the commander. These, too, moved toward
the conning tower.
"Guess it's time to get busy," Jack muttered.
With a single movement he leaped to the rail of the Ventura, and with a
second hurled himself to the deck of the submarine, landing in the midst
of the startled Germans.
At the same moment, Captain Griswold, on the Ventura, signalled his engine
room for full speed ahead in accordance with Jack's instructions.
The reason for this was obvious. First, it would take the steamer out of
the way of the torpedoes already trained on her, which would not be
launched without a command from one of the enemy officers, and, second, it
would draw the Ventura away so as to present the submarine as a clear
target for the guns of the approaching Essex.
Jack, on the deck of the submarine, recovered himself before the German
officers could get over their surprise. He sprang to his feet and waded
into them, striking out right and left.
Two men went staggering across the narrow deck and toppled into the sea.
The others reached for their revolvers. Before they could fire, however,
Jack sprang forward quickly and floored one of the enemy with a smashing
blow. This left the commander and one other officer on deck.
The commander fired at Jack, but in his haste the bullet went wild. Jack
hurled himself forward, and the men gave ground. One, retreating, lost his
balance and went staggering across the deck and fell overboard.
Only the commander of the submarine now faced Jack, and he covered the lad
with a revolver.
"Hands up!" he said.
For answer Jack smiled slightly, and took a quick step forward.
"Crack!" the German's revolver spoke sharply, and Jack felt a hot pain in
his left arm. But the German had no time to fire again, for Jack was upon
him, pinning his revolver arm to his side.
"Now," said the lad, "I've got you!"
The two wrestled across the deck.