Hancock Harrie Irving - Dave Darrin and the German Submarines. Or, Making a Clean-up of the Hun Sea Monsters стр 3.

Aye, aye, answered the quartermaster at the wheel.

Like a bloodhound the Logan sprang forward.

Bow guns fire!

Boom! roared one sharp-tongued three-inch gun. Bang! sounded a one-pounder. The larger shell threw up a column of spray beyond the submarine; the small shell struck the water on the nearer side.

Full speed ahead, Mr. Curtin. Hold her steady there, quartermaster!

Aye, aye, sir.

The Logan was soon racing at more than thirty knots an hour, her nose burrowing into the sea, throwing up great volumes of water.

The enemy submarine had plainly been taken utterly by surprise by the first flash of the Logans searchlight, for the warning sound that had come across the water had been caused by an oil-burning engine that was supplying power for the recharging of the submarines storage batteries.

Such a craft, however, hated and at all times hunted, carries crews trained to swift work. Soon after the Logans second three-inch gun had fired without registering a hit, a five-inch gun of the submarine was brought into action. Overhead whizzed a shell that just missed the Logans wireless aerials. A second shot, aimed at the destroyers water line, passed hardly more than four feet to starboard.

Get him! roared Dave Darrin. Gunners have their wits about em!

Dan Dalzell took the door curtains with him as he leaped out and ran for the bridge.

The submarine had swung around, and at the same time brought her after gun into action. The submarine swung again bow on. There was no time to dive. She was caught and must fight.

Torpedo coming, sir! reported the bow watch, but Darrin had already caught sight, under the searchlights glare, of a trail of foam heading straight for the destroyer.

Quick as was the helmsmans obedience of orders, the Logan escaped the torpedo by little more than a hairs breadth as it rushed on past. Then came a second torpedo. The Logan, still driving bow on, save for swerves to avoid torpedoes, escaped the second one by what appeared to breathless watchers to be an even closer margin.

Lieutenant Beatty had taken personal charge of sighting one of the forward guns. He now let fly a shell that tore part of the top of the enemys conning tower away.

That settles him for diving! cried Darrin, tensely. Land a shell in the hull and force him to take the dive he doesnt want!

Onward came a third rushing torpedo. As the Logan swerved to avoid it, a shell from the submarines after gun struck and tore away a one-pounder aft on the destroyer, fragments stretching two men on the deck, seriously but not fatally injured. An instant later a shell aimed at the destroyers water line forward pierced the hull just below the gun-deck. A fair hit at the water line would have put the Logan in a sinking condition, but, owing to the oblique position of the target, the shell, as it struck, glanced off.

Great work, Mr. Beatty! shouted Dave hoarsely, as another three-inch shell struck the enemy, this time at the waterline. Mr. Curtin, half speed ahead!

As the destroyer began to lose headway and slowly circle the undersea boat, the Logans crew cheered, this time without rebuke from the bridge. The submarine craft was rapidly filling and sinking.

At a safe distance Darrin watched, for he was humane enough to wish to rescue the German survivors, should there be any. So swift was the sinking of the enemy, however,

that there was no time for them to launch and man the collapsible lifeboat that they undoubtedly carried.

Then the seas closed over the hated craft. A few moments later Lieutenant-Commander Darrin gave the order to steam forward slowly, the watch standing by to discover and heave lines to any swimmers there might be afloat. Not a head was seen, however. Three men at the after gun had been observed to jump before the submarine went down, but no trace of them could now be found.

Well never know how many hundreds of decent lives the work of the last minute has saved, declared Dalzell hoarsely as he reported on the bridge.

Find out as promptly as possible what damage we have suffered, Dave ordered. We were struck several times.

As Dan saluted and hurried away, Darrin picked up his night glass and once more resumed his scanning of the sea. Lieutenant Curtin had already received orders that the destroyer was to cruise slowly back and forth over and around the spot where the submarine had gone down.

It seems almost wasted sympathy to try to pick up enemy survivors, muttered Mr. Curtin rather savagely.

But its humanity just the same, Darrin returned. And Americans must practise it.

Of course, sir.

Dalzell, who had summoned the aid of other officers and some of the warrant officers, soon returned.

Two breaches, one just above water line, and the other below it, sir, was Dans beginning of the report. I wasnt aware that a torpedo touched us. If it did, it made a dent, but glanced off without the explosion that a direct hit would have produced. That may account for the dent below the water line. But a shell hit us above water line. Is it possible that a large fragment glanced low enough to make the dent under water? It doesnt seem possible.