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A great, long, gray shape moved swiftly through the waters of the
Thames. Smoke, pouring from three different points in the middle of
this great shape, ascended, straight in the air some distance,
then, caught by the wind, drifted westward. It was growing dark.
Several hours before, this ocean greyhound - one of Great Britain's
monster sea-fighters - had up-anchored and left her dock - where
she had been undergoing slight repairs - heading eastward down the
river. Men lined the rails of the monster ship. These were her crew
- or some of her crew, to be exact - for the others were engaged in
duties that prevented them from waving to the crowds that thronged
the shore - as did the men on deck.
"Boom! Boom!" Thus spoke the two forward guns on the little scout
cruiser H.M.S. Sylph, Lord Hasting, commander. "A hit!" cried Jack,
who, from his position in the pilot house, had watched the progress
of the missiles hurled at the foe. "Good work!" shouted Frank, his
excitement so great that he forgot the gunners were unable to hear
him.
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at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - "What I would like to know," said
Frank Chadwick, "is just how long England intends to put up with
the activities of the German submarines in the waters surrounding
the British Isles." "How long?" echoed Jack Templeton. "Surely you
know that England is already conducting a vigorous campaign against
them." "I don't seem to have heard anything of such a campaign,"
returned Frank dryly; "but another big liner was torpedoed and sunk
off the coast of Ireland yesterday. What are we going to do about
it? That's what I want to know." "I'll tell you a little something
you don't seem to know," said Jack. "In the last thirty days, in
the neighborhood of a hundred German submarines have disappeared -
sunk or captured - no one seems to know which. Nevertheless, it is
a fact. Through diplomatic channels word has been received in
London that a large number have failed to return to their bases.
The German government is much disturbed."
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at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - "Sail at 4 a.m.," said Captain Jack
Templeton of the U.S.S. Plymouth, laying down the long manila
envelope marked "Secret." "Acknowledge by signal," he directed the
ship's messenger, and then looked inquiringly about the wardroom
table. "Aye, aye, sir," said the first officer, Lieutenant Frank
Chadwick. "Ready at four, sir," said the engineer officer, Thomas;
and left his dinner for a short trip to the engine room to push
some belated repairs. "Send a patrol ashore to round up the liberty
party," continued Captain Templeton, this time addressing the
junior watch officer. "Tell them to be aboard at midnight instead
of eight in the morning."
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at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - Frank Chadwick jumped from a chair
in the front window and ran toward the door. A form had swung from
the sidewalk along the drive that marked the entrance to Lord
Hasting's London home and at sight of it Frank had uttered an
exclamation. Now, as the figure climbed the steps, Frank flung open
the door. Jack " he exclaimed with outstretched hand. "I feared
something had happened, you have been gone so long and we had heard
nothing of you." "I'm perfectly whole," laughed Jack, grasping his
friend's hand. "Why, I've been gone less than two weeks."
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