The Adventures of the U-202 Part 10

"I am neutral! I am neutral!"

When it got up higher in the heavens and sent its greeting to England, it s.h.i.+vered and hid behind a thick cloud.

What was the matter with it? What was it that destroyed the joy of the greeting of the young morning? What was it yonder that wounded its neutral heart?

A steamer approached. Thick, black clouds of smoke poured out along her wake and hung heavily over the sea. She had two high, thin mastheads, two funnels, slanting slightly toward the stern, and a light-colored hull with a high bridge. "A funny s.h.i.+p," we decided and submerged.

When we saw her clearly through the periscope after a while, we found out the discouraging fact that she was a hospital s.h.i.+p. The snow-white color, the wide green bands from the bow to the stern, and the large Red Cross on the hull and the mast tops easily identified her as such.

I was just about to turn away, as an attack upon a sacred Red Cross s.h.i.+p could not be thought of, when my eyes as if by magic became glued to something I could not make my brain believe, something unheard of. I called Groning to the periscope, so that he could be sure I made no mistake. No, I was right, and, to my amazement, I saw an insolence which was new to this world. No wonder that the sun had hidden its face in order not to see this scorn and mockery of humanity. No neutral sun could s.h.i.+ne on anything like that. Only the moon could stand such lights, although they must disgust even the moon, used to dark deeds.

The s.h.i.+p, which was safe under the holy flag of humanity and mercy, was loaded from bow to stern with artillery supplies, and amongst the guns and ammunition there was crowded an army of soldiers and horses. Under the protection of the colors of the flags, which they were so atrociously misusing, they were proceeding in the daylight on the way to the front.

"Such a crowd!" exclaimed Groning, and stepped back from the periscope.

"And such a shame that we can't touch it," said I, furious, and stamped on the iron floor so that it resounded. "I would like to have gotten hold of it. Such nasty people, such hypocrites! But it can't be helped.

The boat is too fast and too far away for us to head it off."

Of course, we tried and went after it at top speed for some time. But the distance became greater instead of lessening, and, with our batteries exhausted, we had to abandon the chase. Then we turned, furious and swearing, and came to the surface again after a little time.

It was a very unpleasant feeling, after a short chase, to have to lie with exhausted batteries, and limp ahead like a lame horse. Consequently we did not attempt any new enterprise, but remained on the open water for several hours charging our storage batteries. Just as we were about through with this work, there came along an insolent trawler which started to chase us. None of us had any desire to submerge again, because the sun was s.h.i.+ning so beautifully, and it became warmer with each minute we headed south.

As the propeller, now free from the nets with which we were fouled, could give us our best speed, we immediately began the race and hastened laughingly and in good spirits ahead. Our boat cut through the waves with such speed as it showed when it first came from its wharf. The foam made a silver-white mane for us. What did we care if we got wet? We went at top speed, and, smiling, looked at the smoking and puffing steamer behind us.

"He'll never catch us," I said to Kruger, who had come up to the conning tower to ask if we were going fast enough, or if he should try to get more speed out of our engines. "Just keep her turning at the same rate, Herr Engineer. That's sufficient. It looks now as if we were gaining," I told him.

Our pursuer seemed to realize he could not overtake us and tried to anger us in other ways. Suddenly a gun flashed and a cloud of brown smoke surrounded the small steamer for a second. Shortly after that a small sh.e.l.l splashed into the water about a thousand meters from us and a water spout not higher than a small tree arose from the sea.

We laughed aloud.

"Such a rotten marksman! He wants to irritate us with a shotgun. That's ridiculous."

"That's an insolence without an equal," argued Lieutenant Petersen angrily, who felt that he had been insulted in his capacity of the artillery officer aboard. "We should not submit to this outrage. May I answer him, Herr Captain?" he asked me with eyes flas.h.i.+ng.

"Yes, you may try as far as I am concerned, Petersen, but only three shots. You can't hit him at this distance, anyway, and our sh.e.l.ls are valuable."

Grinning with joy, Petersen hurried to the guns, leveled, aimed and fired, himself, while the water washed around him up to his waist.

"Too short to the right!" I shouted to him, after I observed the high water spout through my double marine gla.s.ses.

The next shot fell close to the steamer. It became too hot for our pursuer. He turned quickly and went back in the same direction from which he had come. But the hunting fever had gotten into our blood. We also turned and pursued the fleeing pursuer. Show us what you can do now, engines!

Shot after shot flashed, roaring from our cannon. The distance was almost too great for our range. We had to set the gun at the highest possible angle in order to have any chance of hitting him. The first shots all fell short, or to the side, but at the eighth we made a hit.

A roaring hurrah greeted the dark-brown explosion which marked the arrival of the sh.e.l.l on the trawler.

In vain, the trawler sent one shot after another at us. They never came near us. On our side, however, one hit followed another, and we could see that the hostile s.h.i.+p was listing heavily to port, and we hoped to be able to give him his death blow, when the outlines of three of his colleagues were sighted behind and to the right and left of him, approaching at great speed. Our only chance was to turn again in order to avoid being surrounded, since too many dogs can kill the hare.

Early in the evening we submerged to keep ourselves at a safe depth. We were very tired, because we had had thirty-eight hours of work and realized, now that all the excitement was over, how the nerves began to relax. To begin with, the nerve strain showed itself by the fact we could hardly go to sleep, tired as we were. And when we did doze off at last, we had many disturbing dreams. I, myself, lay awake for hours and heard through the open doors, in the deadly quiet of the U-boat, how the men tossed about in their bunks during their sleep, talking and muttering. It was as if we were in a parrot's cage instead of a submarine. Also I lived over again during the night most of the events of the past hours. The only difference was, peculiarly enough, that I was never the fish, but always the fisherman above the surface who constantly tried to catch my own U-boat with a destroyer.

When I woke I could hardly untangle the real situation, because I saw the French Captain-Lieutenant's black-bearded face before me, when, with great joy in his small dark eyes, he said:

"Diable, il faut attraper la canaille!"

VIII

THE BRITISH BULL-DOG

In the morning a clear, blue sky and a calm sea greeted us. The wind had abated during the night and had changed so that it came from the direction of land, and, therefore, could not disturb the sea to any great extent. In the best of spirits, well satisfied and refreshed by our breakfast, we were sitting on the conning tower, and enjoying the mild air of spring and puffing one cigarette after another. During the night we had reached the position where, for the present, we intended to make our attacks on the merchant transportation which was very flouris.h.i.+ng in that region. We crossed the steams.h.i.+p lanes in all directions with guns loaded and with a sharp lookout so as not to lose any opportunity to damage the enemy's commerce.

Shortly before dinner the first merchant s.h.i.+p arose on the south horizon. It was a sailer, a large, full-rigged schooner, which, hard by the wind, headed towards the French coast. With majestic calm, lightly leaning to the wind, the splendid s.h.i.+p approached. The snow-white sails glittered in the sun in the far distance. The light, slender hull plowed sharply through the sea.

With a delighted "h.e.l.lo," we hurled ourselves on our prey. Above our heads fluttered pennants and signal-flags which signified:

"Leave the s.h.i.+p immediately!"

Sharply and distinctly in the bright sun the command traveled from our boat to the large, heavily-loaded s.h.i.+p, and the colors of the German flag-of-war, which floated from the mast behind the tower, left no doubt of the grim sincerity of the command.

Did they not have a signal-book over there, or did they not want to understand us? Ah! A flag went up on the main-mast. The wind unfolded it and, proudly and distinctly, France's tricolor could be seen. The flag stopped at half-mast-a distress-signal! The flag on half-mast was the pursued sailer's call for help. They understood our command and were now looking for a.s.sistance before obeying us. Wait, my little friend, we'll soon get that out of you.

"Hoist the signals: 'Stop immediately or I'll shoot!'"

The signal flew up. Now, look here, Frenchy, this is no joke; soon the little, gray animal, which is circling around you, will bite.

"We will give, them three minutes to consider the matter, then we'll shoot down the masts," I said to Lieutenant Petersen, who was standing by the guns, and, in his excitement, was stepping from one foot to another.

With watch in hand, I counted three full minutes. The sailer did not take any notice of us, just as if our existence had nothing to do with him.

"Such impudence," I murmured, as I put down my watch. Soon thereafter resounded through the entire boat:

"Fire!"

"Rrrrrms!" the guns thundered with a deafening roar, and the sh.e.l.l whistled through the schooner's high rigging, in which it tore a large hole, struck the mainyard of the forward mast, exploded, and snapped off the heavy mast, so that, with its sails, it fell like a broken wing on the deck of the s.h.i.+p.

The results were immediately apparent. The red and white pennant, which in the international language means: "I understand!" flew to the masthead. The sailors, who had gathered in groups, looked at us in alarm. They were scattered by the commands of the captain and hurried in all directions to their posts. Giving orders in the singing accents of the French language, the sails were soon lowered and the s.h.i.+p slowed up.

The boats were swung out and made ready, and men, with life-saving buoys, were running all over in great excitement.

We closed in on the s.h.i.+p to windward, and I called to the captain to make haste-that I would give him just ten minutes more to get away before torpedoing his s.h.i.+p.

In the bow compartment, where the torpedo tubes are built into the U-boat and the torpedoes themselves are stored, there was feverish activity from the minute we saw the hostile s.h.i.+p and the alarm was sounded. It is cramped in the forward part of a U-boat, very cramped, and it is necessary to have a special crew of very skilled men to be able to accomplish their purpose in this network of tubes, valves, and pumps. The officers' mess, which is just back of the torpedo compartment, is quite roomy and comfortable. It was now changed in a moment to an uninhabitable place. Ready hands pulled down the oil-stained curtains in front of the bunks and folded up the narrow table and the four chairs without backs. These were all placed in a corner hurriedly, and the luxuries were all gone, making room to handle the torpedoes.

Schweckerle, in command of the torpedo tubes, was like a father in the way he watched over his torpedoes. He loved them as if they were children and continually oiled and greased them and examined them carefully. They said of him that he mourned when he had to separate himself from one of them. And I, myself, saw that when a torpedo, for some reason or other slightly turned, did not strike its target, he went around broken-hearted for many days and could not eat.

This faithful fellow was now busily occupied taking care of his children and had selected "Flink" and "Reissteufel" (these were his names for the two torpedoes now ready for the tubes) when the command was given:

"First torpedo tube ready!"