DAVE PLEDGES HIS WORD FOR RESULTS
THAT double report helped Dan Dalzell to make up his mind.
"Run straight for port," he ordered the executive officer, naming the
nearest British haven that offered rail connection.
In an hour and a half the destroyer had dropped anchor at the port.
More medical aid was brought aboard, including a trained nurse for the
Englishwoman.
A few hours after daylight the woman had recovered sufficiently to
warrant her removal to a hospital on shore. No strong hopes were yet
entertained of keeping her alive for more than a day or two. Her husband
had stood the watery ordeal much better.
Captain Kennor, who, with Dave, was taken to the hospital later in the
day, had nearly recovered by the day following.
But for Dave Darrin there followed black hours. According to the doctors
a severe case of pneumonia was about the best that could be predicted for
him.
On the day after he was taken ashore Darrin opened his eyes with a light
of recognition in them. At the foot of the cot, in a chair, sat a
stalwart, youthful figure. Dan Dalzell, whose orders took him to sea
again that night, was waiting to the last for better news.
"Dan," Dave called, softly, and Dalzell was instantly bending over him.
"David, little giant, did you know that the 'Reed' had the good luck to
pick you up?" asked Dan, eagerly.
"I had a notion of it, but I was too dazed to know really," Darrin
answered.
"I've been here about all the time ever since," Dan went on. "I wanted to
know the news of you as soon as it could be had. But you're going to be
all right, now."
"Of course I am," agreed Dave, feebly.
Unseen by the man on the hospital cot, Dan signalled with one hand. Down
the ward came a doctor, followed by a young woman wearing the blue cape
ulster of the Red Cross. There was a quick, glad cry; soft lips touched
Dave's face.
"Belle!" gasped Dave, delightedly.
"I'm going to be allowed to sit by you quite a bit, dear, if you don't
try to talk to me," replied the steady voice of Belle Darrin. Summoned by
cable sent by Dan, Belle had journeyed swiftly from France.
"And now I'm off and back to my ship, Belle," said Dan. "But I know
you'll find a way to get a radio message through to me when Dave is
improved enough to warrant it. Good-bye, Darry, old chap!"
And Dan was off, not because he didn't want to stay, but because he knew
his chum would want to see the most of Belle. As for that young woman,
who held none too positive hopes of Darrin's recovery after what the
doctors had told her, she forced herself to be calm and smiling and sat
close by, her hand on Dave's forehead when he dropped off into a
feverish, troubled sleep.
The next day Belle chatted with her husband a little, in a cool, steady
voice. Two days after that Dave was actually permitted to sit up.
On the sixth day after he had been taken to the hospital Dave was mending
so rapidly that Belle, who was obliged to leave that afternoon for her
Red Cross post in France, felt wholly easy in mind as to his condition.
"It was a lucky chain of events, my two swims in the channel," Darrin
told her before they parted.
"Lucky, when the experience nearly cost you your life?" exclaimed Belle.
"It gave you an excuse for coming to me, and gave me the time and leisure
to be with you."
"Dave Darrin, you don't mean any such thing! You are needed aboard your
ship, and I am needed for my work in France, and nothing can be called
really good luck that takes either of us away from his post of duty in
war-time."
"You little patriot!" Dave laughed, jestingly.
"You believe it just as much as I do," Belle maintained stoutly. "I'm
glad to have been here with you, dear, but I shall be glad to find myself
back at my post. And you know you are glad that you will return to your
ship tomorrow."
"If she comes in," Darrin amended.
"Dave, aren't you nearly wild to get back to duty?" she persisted.
"Yes, I am, for as you say, dear, we are all needed at the posts assigned
to us. There is another reason why I must get back. The work that has
been cut out for us is not proceeding as it should. We have made some
good 'catches' in the way of mines, yet the fact is that mines are being
planted much faster than we have been taking them up. I must get back to
duty and see if I can find out what is wrong."
Buttoning his overcoat tightly Dave Darrin walked with Belle to the
railway station. The train left so soon after their arrival that there
were not many moments left the young couple for leave-taking. After the
train had started Dave watched it out of sight. There had been something
uncomfortable in his throat, but as he turned away the lump vanished and
his jaws set squarely.
"Now, my work is cut out for me," he told himself. "I can do only one
man's part in this war, but I must do that to the limit and try to make
the world a safe place of residence for that little woman and all others
like her!"
No sooner was the "Grigsby" in port, the next forenoon, than Lieutenant
Fernald came ashore and straight to the hospital.
"Going on board today, sir?" was Fernald's greeting.
"You couldn't keep me ashore any longer," Darrin declared.
"Good enough!" said the executive officer, heartily. "We need you, sir!
We've been doing our best, but the enemy has been gaining on us. Last
night two ships struck mines and went down before rescue could reach
them. The Germans are beating us at this mine game, and something must be
done, which, of course, sir, is another way of saying that a way must be
found to do the right and necessary thing."
"I've been thinking that over for twenty-four hours," Darrin went on. "As
soon as we are aboard I want to talk the whole situation over with you.
Will Dalzell be in today?"
"In about an hour, sir, I think. He needs fuel and some food supplies."
"Then we'll hold a council of war in the chart-room," Dave decided, as he
buttoned up his coat. "I'm ready, Fernald."
Dave had already thanked the hospital authorities, and taken leave of
them, so the two young naval officers passed outside, made their way down
to the water front, and soon thereafter stepped aboard the "Grigsby,"
reporting their arrival on board to the watch officer. Dave also saw that
the forward gun damaged in the fight with the German destroyers had been
replaced by a new one. From the gangway they went direct to the
chart-room.
"I'll hear the reports on the work now, Fernald," Dave announced.
Two of the papers that came under Dave's hand especially interested him.
One was a detailed list of the ships that had struck mines during the
last week in the waters in which he and Dalzell had been operating. The
other document contained a report on the discovery and sinking of one
fighting submarine and one submarine mine-layer.
From these reports Dave turned to the charts of the local waters. When
Fernald came back with Dan Dalzell, Dave was still poring over the
charts.
"From the rapid way in which German mines are being planted in these
waters," Dave told his brother officers, "I am satisfied that the enemy
submarines do not usually go all the way back to the base port. I believe
that the mine-layers are often met by other craft that supply them with
mines, and that the submarine mine-layers return quickly to the job of
planting mines. Now, the sea area in which the mines are planted leads me
to feel certain that the mine-layers rest frequently on these three
shoals."
Dave pointed on the chart to the shoals in question.
"How many mine-sweeping craft have we now under our orders?" he inquired.
"Nine," said Dan, promptly.
"How many of them can we spare from mine-sweeping?"
"None," Dalzell replied, positively.
"Either we must spare some, or we must have some sweeper craft added to
our fleet," Dave went on. "There are three of these shoals, and hereafter
I want two mine-sweepers to spend their time dragging their wires over
each shoal. That will take six craft, and these will not have time to do
any sweeping in the open sea. We cannot clean up the mines themselves
with three craft, can we?"
"Plainly not," Dan agreed, "since, with all nine, we have not been able
to find and take up all the mines we should have located."
"Then we shall have to have more craft," Dave nodded. "Yet if we cannot
have more craft assigned to this work, we must go ahead with what we have
and do more work. But I believe that the hunt over the shoals should be
kept up day and night, without rest, for I am satisfied that the enemy
mine-layers rest on these shoals more frequently than we have supposed."
After some further conversation Dave had his launch cleared away and went
over to a British battleship for a conference with the British admiral in
command in those waters. The best the admiral could do was to supply him
with three of the hundred-and-ten-foot patrol boats. These, however, were
provided with sweepers and possessed good speed.
"I hope you're right, Mr. Darrin," said the admiral, at the close of the
interview. "To be frank with you, your predecessor in the work of
cleaning up enemy mines in this area was a British naval officer,
considerably older than yourself. He is a very capable man in many ways,
but we felt that he had been so long on coast work that he was growing
much too stale. So, when I decided to transfer him to other duties I
thought of trying one of your American officers, a young man, full of
spirit, and fresh for this work. So I asked your admiral for some one,
and he sent Dalzell and yourself."
"So far," said Dave, "I have not done any better than my English
predecessor, sir?"
"Frankly you have not, yet we must remember to deduct your very necessary
week in hospital. However, you have done some other excellent things. The
capture of the mine-laying neutral, the 'Olga,' for instance, was a
splendid bit of work. The fight that you and Mr. Dalzell had with the
three enemy destroyers was a fine job. But the mines in these waters
continue to be as much of a menace as before."
"They won't be, by this time next week, sir. I promise that," said Dave,
rising. "How soon can the commanders of the three patrol boats report to
me?"
"At once. All three are here in the harbor, and, I am told, they are
ready to put to sea."
"Then, sir, I propose, within a week, to hand you a wholly satisfactory
report," Darrin went on. "I had to put in some time on the ground, and it
was necessary to study a new problem. Then came a series of adventures
that took me out of the work for a while. But now, sir, I hope to show
you something new--results!"