A FIERCE BATTLE AT SEA
Larry was taking a nap when the call came to clear the ship for action.
It had been discovered that the Russian fleet was trying to escape from
Port Arthur harbor, and the news was flashed from vessel to vessel of
Admiral Togo's fleet, and all were ordered to prevent the movement at
any cost.
"Now I reckon we are in fer it!" ejaculated Luke, as he and the youth
rushed over to their gun. "Larry, it's in my mind we have some tall work
cut out fer us this trip!"
"Let it come--I am in just the humor for fighting!" cried Larry. "I hope
we can smash them just as we smashed the Spanish ships in Manila Bay."
Sailors and gunners were hurrying in all directions, and orders were
coming in rapid succession. At first the Russian ships had turned in one
direction, now they were turning in another, and, later still, they
separated. A distant firing could already be heard, but where it came
from those on the _Shohirika_ could not tell.
So far no ships of the enemy could be seen with the naked eye. The
lookouts kept a close watch, and the flashlights continued to play all
over the bosom of the rolling sea.
It was almost daylight when a distant explosion was heard. A Russian
torpedo boat had run into a mine and was so badly damaged that she sank
inside of ten minutes, carrying a large part of her crew with her.
This disaster proved a warning to the other Russian ships and they
proceeded on their courses with added caution. The Japanese warships
were equally on the alert, yet, just as the sun came up, one brushed
against a mine and received such damage that she was practically put out
of the contest.
"There is one of the enemy's ships!" was the cry, as the mist swept away
as if by magic and the sun came out strongly. "Now is our chance.
_Banzai!_"
"And there is another ship!" came a moment later, "and one of our own
pounding her as if she was a witch!"
Guns were now booming over the water constantly, and from the forts on
shore came shots and shells in rapid succession. Soon the _Shohirika_
was in the midst of the battle, and then Luke and Larry worked over the
gun as never before, doing their full share towards disabling the ship
that was trying to escape up the Manchurian coast.
For over an hour the running fire kept up. Neither ship dared to put on
full speed, for fear of running into a mine. Solid shot was hurled in
all directions, and the _Shohirika_ received one below the water line
which for the moment looked as if it might sink the craft. But the
ship's carpenter and his crew got at the leak immediately, driving in a
wedge which quickly stopped the flow of water.
It was hard, exhausting work between decks, and at the end of an hour
Larry felt he must have some fresh air. Both he and Luke applied for
permission to go on deck, and this permission was readily granted, for
the guns on their side of the warship were not then in use.
On the deck of the _Shohirika_ they could see what this battle really
meant. Dirt and debris were to be seen in many places, and half a dozen
sailors and marines had been killed or wounded. Everybody was bathed in
perspiration and grime, and some of those who worked the big guns were
panting like dogs after a chase.
"It's work, that's what it is," said Luke, running the perspiration from
his begrimed forehead with his finger. "Ain't no child's play about it!"
"And dangerous work at that," added Larry. He gave a look toward the
enemy's ships. "I declare, Luke, I believe they are running back to Port
Arthur harbor!"
"I think the same, lad," responded the Yankee gunner. "Reckon they are
findin' it is goin' to cost too much to get away. As soon as they get
away from them land batteries we can pound 'em for keeps and they know
it."
"And get away from the mines. That's the worst with fighting around
here--you don't know how soon you'll hit a mine and be blown up."
"Oh, I reckon our captain is watching out fer them pesky things."
Larry was interested in watching the sharpshooters and range-finders in
the tops, and he walked across the deck to get a better look at them.
Luke followed, and as he did so, one of the nearest of the Russian ships
sent out a roaring broadside at the _Shohirika_ which raked her fore and
aft and sent another hole through her side, but this time above the
water line where it did scant damage.
"Gee Christopher!" began Luke, when he chanced to glance upward. "Larry,
look out!" he screamed. "The top's coming down on ye!"
Luke was right. One of the shots from the enemy had struck the foremast,
above the fighting top, and it was crashing down, carrying a portion of
the ship's flag with it. One end struck the gun turret, and then the
wreckage hit Larry on the shoulder, hurling him on his back.
The foremast was heavy and had it struck the youth before landing on the
turret and the surrounding works it might have killed the young gunner's
mate on the spot. As it was, Larry lay like a log where he had fallen
and when Luke raised him up the old tar found him unconscious.
"If he ain't got his shoulder broke then I miss my guess," muttered the
Yankee gunner. "Larry! Larry! Can't ye speak to me?"
"That was a nasty one," came from one of the officers of the deck.
"Better carry him below." And then the officer gave orders to remove the
wreckage and hoist the flag once more.
With the unconscious youth in his arms, Luke hurried below and to the
sick bay of the warship. Here the surgeon got to work immediately and
examined Larry thoroughly.
"No bones broken," he announced. "But the bruise is severe and he is
suffering from shock. He will soon come to his senses."
Luke had to return to his gun, for duty is duty in the navy, regardless
of what is happening around one. It was true, the Russian warships were
now doing their best to sneak back into Port Arthur harbor and Admiral
Togo wanted to do all the damage possible before the forts made it
impossible to follow them further. All of the warships' guns were worked
to their utmost, and when the Russian vessels did get back they were so
badly crippled that they were of small consequence for future fighting
until undergoing repairs.
When Larry opened his eyes again he found himself lying on a clean white
cot in the ship's hospital with an attendant standing over him bathing
his face.
"Oh!" he murmured and stared around him. "Oh, my shoulder! That was a
fearful crack I got!"
The attendant did not understand, but smiled blandly and continued to
bathe his face and also his head. Soon the full realization of what had
happened came to the young gunner's mate. Then he asked about Luke.
The fighting was at an end and presently Luke came to him, to find Larry
sitting up in a chair.
"I feel stiff and sore all over, Luke," said the youth. "It was just as
if a house came down on me."
"Thank fortune you wasn't killed, or didn't have your bones broken,"
returned the Yankee gunner.
"I am thankful. Were you hurt?"
"Not in the least."
"What about the fight?"
"The Russians have sneaked back into the harbor like a lot of whipped
dogs."
"What is our ship doing?"
"Putting up the coast. I don't know where we are going," answered Luke.
Larry remained in the ship's hospital for three days and then resumed
his duties as before. His shoulder still felt stiff and sore and lifting
anything was a good deal of labor. But Luke favored him, so he got along
very well.
A week passed and the _Shohirika_ remained at sea, moving in a wide
circle, on the lookout for Russian warships or supply boats. But none
were encountered, and then the cruiser was ordered to escort a transport
filled with soldiers bound for the front.
The transport landed at a point some miles north of Dalny and the troops
went ashore without delay. They were bound for the railroad, and were to
participate in the advance upon Port Arthur from that point.
As the warship remained in the harbor several days, both Luke and Larry
were allowed a short run on shore. They enjoyed this trip very much,
until, much to their surprise, they learned that Major Okopa's command
was in the vicinity. Then they hunted this up, to learn the sad news
from Gilbert that Ben was missing.
"Missing!" ejaculated Larry, in horror. "Taken by Chunchuses! Oh,
Gilbert, this is dreadful!"
"Well, I don't know as you feel any worse than I do, Larry," answered
Gilbert. "It makes me wild to think of it."
"But couldn't you find any trace of him at all?"
"Not the slightest, although I think he was carried off in a boat."
"But why should the Chinese brigands make him a prisoner?"
"I'm sure I don't know, excepting to hold him for a ransom. But if they
intended to do that it is likely we should have heard from them before
this."
The matter was discussed as long as Larry and Luke could remain on
shore. But nothing came of it, and with a heavy heart the young gunner's
mate returned to his place on the warship.