THE WAR-SWEPT LAND
"You've got to hand it to that fellow, though," said Billy. "He had
his nerve right with him to try to cop out a transport right under the
nose of a convoy."
"Yes," agreed Bart. "Although, after all, it may simply have been a
chance meeting. The captain of the U-boat might have been as surprised
as we were when he came up to breathe and found himself so close to us.
But being there it was too good a chance to miss and he let fly."
"Maybe there wouldn't have been a high old time in Berlin if the
torpedo had reached its mark," said Frank. "Think of being able to
boast that they'd sunk thousands of Uncle Sam's troops! They'd have
hung out the flags and rung the bells and given the school children a
holiday."
"Well, a miss is as good as a mile," returned Billy. "It's a heap more
comfortable sitting here and talking about it, than it would be to be
in the water or rowing about in small boats while the submarine shelled
us."
"Well, that particular submarine will never do any more shelling," said
Bart. "It's all over with them now. It must be a fearful thing to die
the way those fellows did, like rats in a trap. It's no wonder that
the Kaiser finds it hard to get men to man his U-boats."
"It is pretty rough on them when luck goes against them," admitted
Frank. "But if those fellows played the game fairly I'd feel sorrier
than I do. Don't forget, that if they saw us struggling in the water
they'd be standing on the deck of the submarine, if there were no
destroyer about, grinning and mocking at us. And if women and children
were drowning, it would make no difference to them."
"Right you are," declared Billy. "Do you remember what that U-boat did
that sank the _Belgian Prince_? Smashed the small boats, threw away
the oars, and took those of the crew who were left on top of the
submarine."
"Yes," said Bart. "Then the Germans made everything tight and went
below, leaving their prisoners on the deck. The U-boat sailed along
the surface for a few hours and then slowly sank leaving their captives
to drown. If that wasn't brutal, cold-blooded murder, there never was
any in the history of the world."
"I hope this submarine was the one that did the trick," said Frank.
"Perhaps drowning didn't seem such a rich joke to them when their turn
came."
From that time on, the vigilance aboard ship was redoubled, for
although the general opinion was that it was only a chance meeting, no
one knew but what this U-boat was simply one of a fleet whose
companions might look for better luck where their comrade had failed.
But nothing more was seen of the undersea terror until they were
approaching the French coast and then the boys were witnesses of an
exciting game that held them breathless.
"Look at that speck up there in the sky," exclaimed Frank.
"Biggest bird I ever saw," remarked Billy.
"That's no bird," declared Bart, after a prolonged inspection through a
pair of glasses that he produced from his kit. "That's an aeroplane."
"An aeroplane!" exclaimed Billy. "So far away from shore as this?
You're dreaming."
"You can see for yourselves," replied Bart, as he handed the glasses
around. "Take a squint at it and you'll see that that bird never wore
feathers."
"It must be a seaplane," announced Frank. "It's been launched from the
deck of some vessel and now it's hovering up there like a hawk, looking
for submarines. It's a funny thing, but they say that those seaplane
pilots can look right down through the water and see a submarine when
it can't be seen from the deck of a ship."
"What's the dope?" asked Billy, with great interest. "Suppose he does
spot one, what good does it do?"
"He's got a wireless equipment," explained Frank, "and he sends out
signals to trawlers and destroyers. They come on the jump and the
seaplane tells them just where the submarine is lying."
"By jiminy, I think he sees one now!" exclaimed Tom Bradford, who had
just come up. "See that smudge of smoke over there? That means a
steamer's coming and there's another."
As though by magic one boat after another hove in sight until there
were four, coming from as many points in the compass and heading toward
that point in the sea over which the seaplane hovered.
The boys were on edge with excitement at the prospect of being in at
the death and as the liner was rapidly approaching the scene of action,
they had a clear view of what followed.
Guided evidently by signals from the seaplane, two of the trawlers
stretched a long chain between them and advanced slowly toward the
other two who, with a similar chain approached from the other direction.
"What do you suppose they're trying to do?" asked Billy, curiously.
"The idea is, to get those chains under the submarine," explained
Frank. "After they've done that, they'll crisscross them from above.
If they once succeed in doing it the sub is done for. He's got to come
up and surrender or else they'll slip him a depth bomb and blow him to
flinders."
Deftly and quickly the work went on under the direction of the skilled
veterans who held command of the trawlers. Then they waited for the
submarine to come up.
But it did not come. Instead, it released a group of mines on the
chance of wrecking one or more of its captors. But they were on the
lookout for just such a contingency and fended off these "floating
deaths," waiting till they had finished their more important work
before rendering them harmless.
Minutes passed and still the U-boat lay like a sullen monster, trapped
but not subdued.
Then it was the trawlers' turn to take the offensive. Two depth bombs
were placed on the taut chains and slid down through the waters to the
hull of the doomed submarine.
There was a muffled boom, a geyser-like rush of water, and then the
telltale oil that came to the surface showed that all was over. One
more of the assassins of the sea had paid the score it owed to an
outraged world!
"And that's the Kaiser's weapon that was going to bring England to her
knees!" ejaculated Tom.
"The Allies are getting the best of them," declared Frank. "It looked
at one time as though Germany were going to put it over. But we're
sinking them now just as fast as they can be built and when America
gets fairly to work we'll sink them still faster."
"Just wait till Edison gets on the job. He'll find something that will
finish the U-boats in jig time. He'll make them look like thirty
cents," declared Tom.
A little later they caught their first sight of France. Only a blur on
the horizon at first, it grew steadily larger, and the bow of the boat
was packed with the eager young soldiers, straining for a sight of the
war-swept land that had suffered so much and done so much in the fight
for liberty and democracy.
Here they were to fight, here they were to suffer, here they were to
carry their country's flag to a glorious victory!
Frank breathed hard as the land came closer, for to him France had a
greater significance than even to the others. It was his mother's land
and for that reason doubly dear.
As the great vessel followed by others drew near the port, it was seen
that the wharves and shores were black with people. News had been
wirelessed of their coming, and the city had gone wild with joy at this
visible token of help from the great sister republic across the sea.
Bells were ringing, whistles blowing, cannon booming. Flags were flung
out from all the buildings and the whole city was in holiday garb to
welcome Uncle Sam's army boys to France!