The Battle of Moon Sound
With the least possible delay the Hon. Derek escorted the Russian
below. As the sea-plane again rose in the air the submarine dived;
not a moment too soon, for already half a dozen German patrol-boats
were making towards the spot in an attempt to solve the mystery of
the nocturnal signals.
Deputing Lieutenant Macquare to con the submerged vessel, the
Lieutenant-Commander, accompanied by Fordyce, entertained the pilot
in the little ward-room. Although the Sub could speak Russian, the
conversation was maintained in French, since the Hon. Derek and the
pilot could exchange ideas without the somewhat cumbrous medium of an
interpreter.
The Russian was Naval Lieutenant Rodsky, a tall, full-faced man with
pronounced Tartar features. He was obviously ill at ease when
Stockdale asked him concerning affairs in the Russian navy. He was in
rather a difficult position, as were most of the officers who had
sworn allegiance to the Tsar of all the Russias. Under the new regime
of equality and ultra-democracy the Russian seamen were seething with
unrest. Discipline was lax; the men, partly held by the traditions of
the Imperial navy and partly dominated by the highly-unstable
Revolutionary Government, were literally "at sixes and sevens". Torn
by internal dissensions and threatened from the outside by an
onslaught of the German High Seas Fleet, the Russian navy was little
better than a collection of disorganized ships awaiting
destruction--unless the men responded to the trumpet-call of true
patriotism.
It was ill news that Lieutenant Rodsky brought. On land the Huns were
sweeping nearer towards Petrograd, meeting with little opposition
from the disorganized Russians. At sea the Russian fleet was in
danger of being cornered and annihilated in the intricate channel
known as Moon Sound.
Internally things were in a deplorable condition. The Revolutionists
were divided amongst themselves. There was street fighting and
rioting in Petrograd and other large cities and towns. Deserters from
the front were arriving in thousands to swell the ranks of the
Extremists; others, under the impression that there was to be a
general partitioning of land, were hurrying back to their villages to
share in the promised distribution. Munition factories were idle; the
stock of shells had fallen almost to nothing. Labour demanded and
obtained fabulous rates of payment that availed the men but little,
since there was little or no food to be bought.
"By Jove, I feel sorry for that fellow, sir!" remarked Fordyce, after
Rodsky had been shown to the cabin temporarily given up to him. "He's
like a toad under a harrow. You noticed how guarded he was in
everything he said; yet I believe he's simply longing to speak his
mind."
"And I feel sorry for Russia," replied the Hon. Derek. "There's not
the faintest possible shadow of doubt that she's out of it. She'll
have to stew in her own hash, and by the time the Huns have finished
with her she'll heartily wish for the old order of things. But the
fact remains that an additional burden is thrown upon our
shoulders--the Allies', I mean. There's one thing I hope for, and
that is, that we'll be able to get a smack at the Huns before we
clear out. Unless I'm much mistaken, we'll find ourselves in a pretty
kettle of fish if this threatened armistice does come off."
At eight bells (midday) Fordyce turned out to "take his trick".
Throughout the night R19 had been under way, running awash when she
had put a reasonable distance between herself and the Riga patrol
vessels.
Going on deck, the Sub found that there was a considerable
"chop"--short, steep-crested waves slapping the submarine's hull,
and occasionally breaking over the entire forepart of the vessel.
Overhead the sky was heavy with rain-clouds moving slowly, yet
betokening plenty of wind before many hours had passed.
"Can you hear gun-fire?" asked Macquare, after he had given his
relief the course.
Fordyce listened. Above the plash of the waves he could hear a faint,
continual rumble.
"Yes," he replied. "Too hot for ordinary practice."
"Rather!" agreed the Lieutenant. "We're in luck, Fordyce. The Huns
are hammering the Russians, and we've got their battleships between
us and our allies. Keep her as she is, and report to the skipper the
moment you see anything."
An hour later the main body of the hostile fleet was sighted away to
the nor'east. The battleships in two divisions were engaged in
long-range firing, although from the submarine's deck nothing could
be seen of the nature of their objective. On either flank of the
double line were light cruisers and torpedo-boats; overhead a couple
of Zeppelins and a swarm of sea-planes were engaged in scouting and
observation-work.
Just as Lieutenant-Commander Stockdale was about to give the order to
submerge, the enemy formation underwent a change. One division headed
towards the comparatively narrow entrance to Moon Sound, firing
heavily as it went; the other bore up in a north-westerly direction,
with the evident plan of steaming half-way round the islands of Ossel
and Dago, and taking the retreating Russians in the rear.
Stockdale acted with praiseworthy caution. The presence of a numerous
torpedo-boat flotilla in the rear of the battleship division, and the
scouting planes overheard, made it a matter of extreme risk for R19
to draw within effective torpedo range. In the comparatively shallow
and clear water her submerged hull would be clearly visible from a
height. Directly the long-drawn northern twilight set in, the
submarine's opportunity would arrive.
The Russian ships were resisting fiercely. Occasionally a German
battleship would fall out of line, more or less damaged. The
destroyers of the Republic, too, were far from inactive. On four
separate occasions groups of them made desperate "hussar strokes"
upon their powerful foes. In each case the plucky boats were sent to
the bottom under a heavy concentrated fire, but not before their
torpedoes had "got home" against the enormous hulls of their
opponents.
Suddenly a rain-squall swept the sea, blotting out the light-grey
hulls of the German ships. It was Stockdale's chance, and he took it.
"Action stations! Launch home all tubes!"
Under the hail-swept waves R19 plunged, submerged to 18 feet, and
headed straight for the centre of the enemy division.