A succession of long-drawn hoarse cheering aroused both Seftons from
their light sleep. Leslie's outstretched hands came in contact with his
brother's face, for, in the utter darkness, only the senses of touch and
speech made the twain aware of each other's presence.
"What's that noise, Jack?"
"Only the crew getting excited about something," replied the sub
inconsequently. At the same time, he felt pretty certain that something
in the nature of a successful naval engagement had been responsible for
the outburst of noisy enthusiasm on the part of the German crew.
He was not left long in doubt, for the door of the cell was thrown open
and a seaman bearing a lantern ordered the prisoners to follow him.
Arriving on the upper deck, the sub discovered that the _Kondor_ had
undergone a transformation. Everything that denoted her part as a fleet
auxiliary had disappeared. Aft she flew Swedish colours, and a
distinctive band encircled her wall sides, with the words:
"Gefle--Sverige" conspicuously displayed. Most of the crew had
discarded their German uniform, and were rigged out in the cosmopolitan
gear usually favoured by merchant seamen.
The crew had ceased cheering, but by their bearing it was quite evident
that they were still labouring under the excitement of good news.
Pointing to a notice pinned to a board on the main hatchway, around
which several men still lingered, the seaman, who had been told off to
guard the prisoners, indicated that his charges should acquaint
themselves with the information.
"What's it all about, Jack?" asked Leslie.
The message was the copy of a wireless report to the effect that German
submarines had been successful in torpedoing two British cruisers of the
"Chatham" class.
"Do you think it's true?" asked young Sefton anxiously, when the sub had
translated the report.
"It may be a case of exaggeration," was the reply. "Of course, it is
possible. At any rate, don't let these fellows see we are down-hearted.
Keep a stiff upper lip, old sport."
Turning their backs upon the distasteful notice-board, the two prisoners
strolled to the side, their guard following but making no attempt to
prevent them.
The _Kondor_ was not alone. About two miles on the starboard hand, and
steaming rapidly, were the two Dreadnoughts that Sefton had noticed on
the previous day. Behind were three light cruisers, while, still
farther astern, six sea-going torpedo-boats were tearing along in that
close formation beloved of German torpedo-flotilla officers.
As the flagship passed, she threw out a signal to the disguised
_Kondor_, which was quickly acknowledged. At the relative rates of
speed, it was certain that the battleships were overhauling the pseudo
_Gefle_ hand over fist.
Sub-lieutenant Sefton was witnessing part of the strategy of the German
High Seas Fleet. It had ventured out with the express intention of
luring Beatty's squadron in pursuit, knowing that the gallant Beatty
would not decline the challenge. But, with admirable discretion, the
British admiral made no effort to send the swift battle-cruisers in
pursuit, merely contenting himself by ordering the light cruisers and
destroyer flotillas to keep in touch with the retreating Huns.
There were risks of mines and torpedoes, but these were unavoidable. By
keeping well out of the wake of the German ships, the danger of bumping
over a hastily dropped mine was obviated, while a quick use of the helm
would enable the swift cruisers to minimize the chances of successful
submarine attack.
In the early hours, the British light-cruisers and destroyers
encountered the _unterseebooten_ purposely detailed by von Hipper to
intercept the pursuing vessels. Three, at least, of the German
submarines were sent to the bottom by gun-fire or by use of the ram;
but, unfortunately, the _Falmouth_ and _Nottingham_ fell victims to
torpedo attack.
Even as Sefton was watching the retreating warships, a column of water
was thrown high in the air close to the port quarter of the German
Dreadnought _Westfalen_. Before the muffled roar of the explosion was
borne to his ears, the sub saw the huge battleship reel under the
terrific blow.
Regardless of the consequences, he cheered lustily; but, thrown into a
state of consternation by the magnitude of the disaster to one of their
capital ships, the crew of the _Kondor_ made no attempt to hurl the rash
Englishman to the deck.
Spellbound, they watched the throes of the stricken Dreadnought, to
whose assistance the six German destroyers were making at full speed.
As for the rest of the German battleships and cruisers, they steamed off
as hard as they could, lest a like fate should befall them.
The _Kondor_ slowed down and stood by, making no effort to close to the
aid of the torpedoed ship, while two destroyers circled aimlessly in a
vain search for the daring British submarine.
Then, very slowly, under her own steam, the _Westfalen_, with a heavy
list, crawled toward the distant German shore, the four destroyers in
her wake ready to rush alongside, and rescue the battleship's crew,
should the vessel founder.
"Think they'll get her back to port?" Leslie asked excitedly.
"'Fraid so," replied his brother. "She shows no signs of an increasing
list. A lot depends upon the condition of her bulkheads. When the
_Marlborough_----"
Before the sub could complete the sentence, another cloud of smoke and
water shot up alongside the damaged battleship. Lurching heavily, this
time to starboard, the _Westfalen_ was hidden from sight by a dense
volume of steam and smoke from her engine-rooms.
The attacking submarine had evidently meant to see the job done
properly. Mindful of the risk of being sent to the bottom by the
attendant German destroyers, the British craft had stealthily exposed
her periscope for a brief instant, yet sufficient for her to send a
deadly torpedo on its errand of destruction.
By this time the crew of the _Kondor_ had come to the conclusion that
their prisoners had seen much more than was desirable. Peremptorily
Jack and Leslie were ordered below. The latter, unable to restrain his
delight, pointed mockingly at the boastful writing on the notice-board,
receiving a brutal kick on his shins for his temerity.
"I don't mind, Jack," remarked Leslie, when, left alone by their
captors, the sub examined the angry abrasion on his brother's leg. "I'd
let them give me another hack without a murmur if I could see another
German battleship go the same way home."
After a long interval, a meal consisting of very dry tinned meat and
hunks of black bread was provided for the famished prisoners, the
unpalatable food being washed down with a pannikin of warm and insipid
water.
The unappetizing repast over, the two prisoners were again allowed on
deck. By this time there were no signs either of the stricken
battleship or her attendant destroyers. The _Kondor_, alone on the wide
North Sea, was steaming at about 12 knots on an easterly course. The
rest of the crew had by now discarded their German uniforms. There was
nothing to denote that the vessel had ever sailed under the Black Cross
Ensign of the Imperial German Navy.
Suddenly, and right in the frothing wake of the _Kondor_, appeared two
pole-like objects--the periscopes of a submarine. Then, without the
hesitancy generally displayed by _unterseebooten_ when about to attack a
merchantman, a British submarine of the "E" class shook her
conning-tower and deck clear of the water. Her hatches were flung open,
and a number of duffel-clad seamen appeared. Quickly a light
signalling-mast was set up, from which two flags fluttered in the
breeze.
There was no mistaking the meaning of that yellow square flag with the
black ball, hoisted above a triangular blue pennant with a white spot.
As plainly as if a shot had been fired across the _Kondor's_ bows, the
signal "ID" told her to "stop instantly or I will fire into you".
Besides, it saved ammunition, and the lieutenant-commander of the
submarine did not consider the prize worth powder and shot.
But the German skipper was not a man to own that the game was up without
making an effort to save himself and his ship. A stumbling-block in his
way was Jack Sefton and his brother.
At a sign four burly Huns threw themselves upon the prisoners. For a
full minute the sub resisted stoutly, while Leslie put up a tough
struggle against odds. Others of the crew came to their compatriots'
aid, and, still struggling, the two captives were taken below and locked
in the cell in the for'ard hold.