RULE BRITANNIA
Meanwhile, what of the Sylph?
When the German cruisers Dresden and Nurnberg had fallen back in
an attempt to escape, the Sylph dashed after them at full speed.
"'Will you engage both of them?" asked Frank of Lord Hastings.
"If necessary,"' replied the Sylph's commander. "We at least may
be able to hold them off until help arrives."
The Sylph sped on; but it became apparent that the Dresden was
gradually drawing ahead of the Nurnberg. Jack noticed this, and
spoke to Lord Hastings.
"If we stay well behind, and give them the impression that we are
not fast enough to overtake either of them," he said, "the
Dresden may leave the Nurnberg to take care of herself. Then we
can get them one at a time."
"A good idea," said Lord Hastings.
The speed of the Sylph was reduced somewhat. Still the Dresden
continued to draw away from her consort, and, after hours of
tireless pursuit, finally was almost out of sight.
All that night the pursuit of the Nurnberg continued, and it was
early morning, and the sun was streaming over the sea, when the
Sylph, having increased her speed during the darkness, finally
drew within range of the Nurnberg.
A shot from the Sylph's forward gun brought the Nurnberg to a
sudden halt, and she turned immediately to give battle. This was
what Lord Hastings had hoped for.
The first shell from the Nurnberg kicked up the water a good half
mile in front of the Sylph.
"We have the range of her," said Lord Hastings calmly.
The Sylph slowed down, and continued to plump shells and solid
shot upon her opponent at long range. Some of these struck home,
and it was plain to the two lads, who stood on the bridge, that
some of them had done considerable damage.
Realizing that he was outranged, the commander of the Nurnberg
ordered full speed ahead and dashed toward the Sylph, that he
might get within range before the Sylph had crippled him with her
long-distance fire.
Before she managed to get within range, however, her fighting top
had been shot away, she had been pierced in vital spots several
times and was otherwise very badly crippled.
But now a shell came screaming over the bridge. Involuntarily
both lads ducked, so close had the shell passed to their heads.
It sped on over the Sylph and plowed up the water over the stern.
"Close call," said Jack briefly.
"It was, indeed," agreed Frank.
So close were the two vessels now that the machine-guns on both
vessels were brought into play, and a perfect hail of shot fell
upon both ships.
So far the Sylph had not been hit, but suddenly the little
cruiser staggered back. A shot had struck her squarely in the
bow. The damage was not serious, and she again leaped forward.
For two hours the battle continued, with advantage to neither
side. Both vessels were badly battered by this time, and one of
the Sylph's smokestacks had been shot away. Now, glancing
suddenly astern, Frank uttered a joyous cry.
"British cruiser coming up, sir," he informed Lord Hastings.
The commander of the Nurnberg had noticed the approach of the
British cruiser at the same instant, and, realizing that he could
not successfully battle with another enemy, he ordered the
Nurnberg put about, and made off as fast as his crippled
condition would permit, his stern guns still playing upon the
Sylph.
Evidently the Nurnberg's commander figured that the Sylph, being
as badly crippled as he was, could not successfully pursue. The
British cruiser was still some distance off, and he hoped to be
able to outrun her also.
But he was doomed to disappointment. No sooner had the Nurnberg
turned to flee, than the Sylph made rapidly after her. At the
same moment there came a wireless from the British cruiser, which
proved to be the Glasgow.
"Stick to her close," the message read, "we'll be with you in a
jiffy."
So, at Lord Hastings' command, the Sylph stuck closely. For
perhaps an hour the commander of the Nurnberg tried to shake off
the pursuer; and then, realizing that this could not be done, and
that the Glasgow was also rapidly gaining on him, he once, more
turned to give battle.
The Nurnberg came about suddenly and dashed straight at the
Sylph. In fact, so sudden was this maneuver that the Sylph was
caught unprepared, and for a moment was at a disadvantage.
However, this disadvantage did not last long.
Lord Hastings ordered the Sylph put about, and turned to flee.
"What on earth are we running for?" demanded Jack.
"Why," replied Lord Hastings, "if the Nurnberg will chase us,
we'll run her right up to the Glasgow. And, if she puts about
and makes off again, we have gained just that much time."
"I see," said Jack.
The Nurnberg refused to chase the Sylph. Instead, she put about
and continued her flight. Immediately the Sylph was after her
again. Once more the Nurnberg came about and made a dash at the
Sylph, and again the Sylph turned and ran.
But this time the Nurnberg did not turn to run again. Lord
Hastings' maneuver had succeeded so well that the Glasgow was now
within striking distance, and a shell fired at long range dropped
close to the Nurnberg. The Sylph came about again and dashed
forward, hurling her instruments of death at her opponent as
rapidly as her crippled condition would permit.
From the Glasgow came a command for the Nurnberg to surrender,
but the commander of the German ship did not even take the
trouble to reply to this message. The Sylph and her enemy came
close together rapidly.
Shells were dropping aboard both vessels, and it seemed
miraculous that both did not go to the bottom. The blood of both
commanders was up and neither would give an inch. It all
depended now upon which ship was struck in a vital spot first.
Fortunately for those aboard the Sylph it was the German who
suffered. A shell pierced the Nurnberg's side and penetrated the
engine-room, where it exploded the Nurnberg's boilers with, a
thundering roar. On the instant the Nurnberg seemed to turn into
a sheet of flame.
Another explosion followed, and still another, and almost quicker
than it takes to tell it, the German cruiser Nurnberg, the fourth
of Admiral von Spee's fleet, disappeared beneath the waves.
While the Sylph lay waiting for the Glasgow to come up a hasty
examination was made. One man had been killed and two injured
That was, the extent of the damage to the Sylph. Every man of
the German crew of 300 men had gone to the bottom.
"Nothing serious the matter with us, sir," Jack reported, after
an investigation.
"Good!" replied Lord Hasting.
"Nothing broken that cannot be fixed in two hours, sir," Frank
reported.
"Good!" exclaimed Lord Hastings again.
Half an hour later the commander of the Glasgow came aboard the
Sylph, and was speedily closeted with Lord Hastings in the
latter's cabin. Soon, however, the two emerged on deck, and
approached where Frank and Jack were standing.
"I understand," said the commander of the Glasgow to the two
lads, "that it was your plan Admiral Sturdee acted upon when he
lured the German fleet to give battle. Also that it was your
idea that has resulted in the sinking of the Nurnberg. I am glad
to know you."
He extended a hand to each, and the boys grasped them heartily.
"Now," continued the commander of the Glasgow, "it is up to us to
follow and sink the Dresden. Besides her there is but one German
ship in these waters--the Karlsruhe, and we'll get her before
we are through."
"Have you any idea where she is?" asked Frank.
"I imagine she has gone around the Horn into the Pacific."
"In that case," said Jack, "the Dresden has probably gone to join
her."
"By Jove!" exclaimed the commander of the Glasgow. "I believe
you are right. What do you think, Lord Hastings?"
"I believe Mr. Templeton has hit the nail on the head, as usual,"
replied the commander of the Sylph. "Therefore, I should say
that we had better head in that direction."
"Agreed!" returned the commander of the Glasgow, and, after some
further talk, he put over the side and returned to his own
vessel.
Several hours were now spent on board the Sylph repairing the
damage caused by the German shells and getting the little vessel
in shipshape again. Then, at last, the Sylph was once more under
way, beading for the Pacific.
A mile to the stern followed the British cruiser Glasgow. For
two days and nights, after rounding the Horn, the two British
vessels sought some trace of the Karlsruhe and the Dresden. They
put into port after port, but could get no trace of her.
But at last they came upon the German cruiser. It was the fourth
day after rounding the Horn, and the German ship was just putting
out of a little Chilean port. The commander was not unaware of
the presence of the British ships outside, for it had been
reported to him; but he had already been in the port for
twenty-four hours, and the laws of neutrality demanded that he
either put to sea again or that his ship be interned.
Captain Koehler, of the Dresden, was a man of action. Therefore,
he spurned the suggestion of having his ship interned. And his
last words to the German consul, as he stepped aboard his ship
and ordered that she be put to sea were:
"We are going to join our comrades!"
Well out of neutral waters, the Sylph and the Glasgow lay in wait
for the enemy. Outside the port the Dresden attempted to flee;
but, after an hour's chase, Captain Koehler realized the futility
of this, and, at last brought to bay, turned to fight.
In the action that followed, an action that lasted for more than
two hours, the Dresden put up a terrific battle. But there could
be but one end. Outnumbered, she fought well, but at length the
waters of the calm Pacific closed over her.
"Only one left," said Frank to Jack, as they stood upon the
bridge after the sinking of the Dresden.
"Only one--the Karlsruhe."
"And we'll get her, too!" said Jack quietly.
Slowly the two British cruisers, the Sylph and the Glasgow, their
damages having been repaired, turned their noses north, and set
out on their search for the only German vessel remaining in
American waters.
As they sail away over the mysterious Pacific we shall for a
brief period take our leave of Frank Chadwick and Jack Templeton,
than whom no more courageous lads (nor men, either, for that
matter) engaged in the greatest war of all history.
But we shall meet them again; and, if the readers of this volume
are interested in their further adventures and exploits, as well
as in the personal side of the great war, they will find it all
in the third volume of The Boy Allies with, the Battleships
Series, entitled, "The Boy Allies with the Flying Squadron; or
The Naval Raiders of the Great War."
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's The Boy Allies Under Two Flags, by Robert L. Drake