THE FIGHT ON THE U-87
In the meantime, members of the crew hearing the commotion on deck, rushed
up to see what was going on. Seeing their commander struggling with an
enemy, they hurried across the deck.
Jack saw them coming out of the tail of his eye. It was not time to
hesitate and the lad knew it.
With his arms still wrapped about the German commander, Jack struggled to
the rail and leaped into the sea. Down and down he went, never for a
moment relaxing his hold on the German. Then they came to the surface.
With a sudden jerk the German freed himself and aimed a heavy blow at
Jack. This Jack dodged and sought to regain his hold on his foe. But the
German wriggled away and struck out for the submarine.
In the meantime, Captain Griswold of the Ventura had been watching the
struggle as his vessel sped away from the scene. There was a strange light
in his eyes and he muttered to himself. At last he muttered an
imprecation.
"He's a brave boy," he said. "I can't run away and leave him like that."
He brought the head of the vessel around in spite of the protests of some
of the passengers, and headed back for the submarine.
"Man the forward gun there!" he cried.
For the Ventura, like other allied ships plying in the seas in those days,
carried small guns for defensive purposes. The gun crew sprang to obey
this order and the gun was trained on the submarine.
"Fire!" shouted Captain Griswold.
"Crash!"
The gun spoke and a geyser of water was kicked up just beyond the
submarine.
At this point the officer left in command of the submarine seemed to
realize his own danger. He sprang to the conning tower, unmindful of the
fact that his commander was struggling in the water.
"Down, men!" he cried.
But it appeared that the German sailors were made of sterner stuff than
was the officer. They refused to go below until their commander had been
brought safely aboard. In vain the officer pointed out their danger.
Jack struck out after the German commander as the latter swam for the
submarine. The lad was a powerful swimmer and he felt confident he could
overtake the man before help could reach him.
The destroyer Essex had now drawn close. Frank had been afraid to order a
shot at the submarine for fear the shell might hit Jack in the water.
"Take the bridge, Mr. Hetherton!" he cried. "Lower a boat, men!"
The boat was lowered in a trice and Frank and a score of sailors sprang
in. The launch darted toward Jack at full speed, Frank standing erect and
with the quartermaster at the rudder.
They were close enough to see the struggle between Jack and the German
commander in the water. Frank saw the man break loose from Jack and strike
out for the submarine. He saw Jack make after him, and he saw something
more.
Half a dozen German sailors leaped into the water and made for Jack, who
apparently did not realize his own danger, so interested was he in the
pursuit of the German commander.
"Faster!" cried Frank, and drew his revolver.
Now, for the first time, Jack realized his danger. But it was too late to
draw back, and it is doubtful if he would have done so anyway.
"I'm going to get that fellow," he gritted between his teeth, referring to
the German commander.
One of the German sailors struck at the lad with a knife. Jack caught the
man's arm with his left hand and twisted sharply. There was a snap, and
the knife dropped into the water. The sailor uttered a cry of pain and
turning, struck out for the submarine with his good arm.
Two sailors now beset Jack on either side, and the German commander turned
to renew the struggle.
"Kill him!" he cried angrily.
One of the sailors raised himself high in the water, and a knife flashed
above him.
"Crack!"
A revolver spoke sharply and the knife dropped from limp fingers.
Frank, standing erect in the Essex's launch, had fired. Now, as has been
said, Frank was a crack shot, and in spite of the pitching of the small
boat, his aim had been true. The bullet had struck the German sailor's arm
just below the elbow, shattering the nerve.
Perceiving the approach of reinforcements, at an order from their
commander, the Germans turned and swam rapidly toward the submarine. The
sailors reached the vessel and climbed aboard. Their commander did
likewise.
Unmindful of the cries of his friends behind him, Jack also laid hold of
the edge of the submarine and drew himself, dripping, aboard the vessel. A
sailor near the conning tower raised his revolver in deliberate aim.
"Crack! Crack!"
Two revolvers spoke almost as one, the first Frank's, the second that of
the sailor who aimed at Jack. But Frank's bullet went home, thus
deflecting the aim of the man who covered Jack, and the German's bullet
went wild.
The commander of the submarine, at this juncture, losing his temper at
being pursued to the very door of safety, turned and sprang for Jack with
a wild cry. He was a big and powerful man, and as he wrapped his arms
about Jack, the lad staggered back.
But he recovered his balance in a moment and struck out with his right
fist. Struck in the stomach, the German grunted and stepped back.
Now the remainder of the German crew came pouring on deck. At the same
time Frank's launch grated alongside and his men poured a volley of rifle
bullets into the enemy. The latter turned and scampered for safety below
decks.
Jack, still struggling with the German commander, paused and looked around
long enough to cry:
"After them, Frank! Don't let them shut you out."
Frank understood and led his men toward the conning tower at a run. Most
of the enemy were already inside and descending, but Frank arrived in time
to prevent the closing of the conning tower, which would have permitted
the submarine to submerge, leaving the struggling figures in the water.
With the conning tower open, it was, of course, impossible for the U-Boat
to submerge, for she would have been flooded immediately.
Frank's men made prisoners of the half a dozen Germans who had not time to
get below, and then the lad ran over to help Jack.
"Keep away, Frank," said Jack. "I've got this fellow, and I hope he
doesn't give up too easily. We've heavy accounts to settle with him."
The big German showed no symptoms of giving up. He lashed out with both
arms and Jack was kept busy warding off the blows. But the German
commander was a novice at this sort of fighting, while Jack, only a year
or so before, had won the heavyweight boxing championship of the British
navy. So there was no doubt in Frank's mind as to the outcome. He and his
men formed a circle around the struggling figures, at the same time
guarding the conning tower to prevent the enemy from closing it.
"Shoot the first head you see down there," Frank enjoined the men he left
on guard, and he knew they would be only too glad to obey this order.
Jack, with a smile still on his face, permitted the German commander to
waste his energy in ineffective blows. Then Jack stepped forward and
delivered a heavy blow to the man's mouth. The German staggered back. Jack
doubled him up with a left-handed punch to the pit of the stomach, then
straightened him with a second hard right to the point of the chin.
The German commander reeled backward. Jack followed up his advantage, and
for the space of a minute played a tattoo on the man's face with both
fists. Then he stepped back, and as the German came toward him, the lad
muttered:
"I guess this has gone far enough. Now for the finish."
He started a blow almost from the deck, and putting his full force behind
it, struck.
"Crack!"
The blow could be heard even aboard the Ventura, which had approached
close by this time.
The German commander seemed to stagger back all of ten paces, the British
sailors scurrying back to keep out of his way. Then the man fell, his head
striking the deck with a sickening thud.
"There," said Jack, "I guess that will settle you. Tie him up, men."
A wild cheer had burst from the sailors as Jack delivered the finishing
touch. None of these men had ever seen Jack in action before, and it was
only natural that they should be greatly impressed at this exhibition of
their commander's prowess.
"By glory! What a blow!" one of them exclaimed. "Did you see it, Tom?"
"Did I?" exclaimed the man addressed as Tom; "did I? I'll say I did, and I
thought I was pretty handy with my fists. But not against Captain Jack,
not for me."
As bidden by Jack, the sailors rolled the German commander over and bound
him. Then they carried him to the Essex's launch and threw him in, none
too gently, either, for there was no man there who had not a disgust for
Germans, German tactics and everything German.
"Now," said Frank to Jack, "I guess we may as well stand clear and let the
Essex pour a few shells into the vessel, eh?"
Jack shook his head.
"No," he said, "we shall take possession of the vessel. Call down below
and see if the Germans will surrender."
Frank approached the conning tower and called down.
"Hello!" he shouted.
There was no response.
"Hello below!" he shouted again in German.
"What do you want?" came a sullen voice from below.
"We're in possession of this vessel now," said Frank. "Come up here and
surrender."
"We'll stay where we are," came the reply after a brief pause.
"But you can't man," exclaimed Frank. "Don't you know when you have been
captured."
"We'll stay here awhile," said the spokesman of the sailors.
"But you can't stay there forever, and you can't submerge," said Frank.
"Come up and surrender."
To this the lad received no response. Frank reported to Jack.
"So they won't surrender, eh?" said Jack. "Then we'll go down and get
them."
"Rather risky, Jack," Frank warned.
"So it is," Jack agreed. "So's the whole war. But wait. We'll see."