The Fight for Constantinople Part 32

He took up his position at the for'ard scuttle of the conning-tower, while Devereux and Crosthwaite remained by the observation scuttles on either side of the elongated steel box.

Hour after hour pa.s.sed. The "E--" was still proceeding without mishap, steered by a compa.s.s course. She was now well within the Dardanelles.

The fixing of her position was merely a matter of guesswork, since the periscope could not be used without risk of being fired at from the alert batteries. Twice she had to circle, owing to the water shoaling, and attempt a fresh course. It was the only means of keeping to the deep-water channel as it wended its tortuous way through the intricate Narrows.

Suddenly d.i.c.k gave an exclamation of surprise. Less than thirty feet from the scuttle, a large, ill-defined grey object darted past. Before he could call the skipper's attention to it, the thing had vanished.

For several minutes the "E--" swayed and pitched in the undulations caused by the moving ma.s.s.

"A submarine, sir--that I can swear to," reported Crosthwaite.

"Then it's a dashed German one," declared Huxtable. "None of our own were to operate in the Narrows until we reported ourselves. That's rotten luck."

His face bore a grim expression as he spoke, then he broke into a boisterous laugh.

"We're in luck, Crosthwaite," he exclaimed.

"How, sir?" asked the Sub, puzzled at the rapid change in his superior's manner.

"How? Don't you see? The Turks have been expecting that German _unterseeboot_. Consequently they've made preparations. They've ceased to throw out floating mines, and have given her directions for a safe course through the anch.o.r.ed minefield, and we're in the same channel. By Jove! I'll risk it! We'll pop up and see where we are.

I shouldn't be surprised if we were close to Sedd-ul-Bahr, or somewhere within range of the guns, otherwise the German submarine would be running awash with her ensign displayed."

Although Huxtable had declared that he would not be surprised at the result of his observation, when the periscope showed above the surface he was completely taken aback. He had considerably underrated the speed of the current, and instead of being still within the Dardanelles, Cape h.e.l.les was sighted bearing three miles N.W. What was more, "E--" was within two thousand yards of the _Hammerer_ and the _Tremendous_, both battles.h.i.+ps being engaged in a long-range bombardment of the Turkish trenches on the Gallipoli Peninsula.

Concealment was no longer necessary. Running awash, the submarine "made her number", thus revealing her ident.i.ty; and in response to a request the _Hammerer_ dispatched a picket-boat to take off her two missing officers and the survivors of her whaler's crew.

"Well, good-bye, Crosthwaite, old boy, and good luck!" exclaimed the genial Huxtable, as the picket-boat, skilfully handled by Mids.h.i.+pman Sefton, came alongside the submarine. "Hope you haven't been disappointed on the score of excitement. I did my level best to give you a good time."

"That you did, sir," replied the Sub. "By Jove! it makes me want to kick myself for not applying for submarine service when I had the chance."

"It's never too late to mend," rejoined the Lieutenant-Commander.

"Once more, good luck to you!"

The picket-boat backed astern, and was soon pelting at a good eighteen knots towards her parent s.h.i.+p. The two mids.h.i.+pmen were exchanging their experiences with great gusto, while d.i.c.k, standing beside the c.o.xswain, was trying to convince himself that it was not all a dream that he had really been to Constantinople and back again.

Suddenly the c.o.xswain pointed towards the battles.h.i.+p.

"Something amiss there, sir," he exclaimed. "Bless me, if she ain't hard aground!"

Even as he spoke a furious cannonade from skilfully-hidden sh.o.r.e batteries was opened upon the luckless _Hammerer_, which, having struck a shoal, presented a fixed target to a hundred Turkish guns. All around her the water was churned by the bursting projectiles. To attempt to take the picket-boat any nearer would be almost suicidal.

"Easy ahead," ordered d.i.c.k, at the same time signing to the c.o.xswain to put the helm hard over.

Anxiously the Sub awaited developments. The _Hammerer_, badly pounded, was replying fiercely and resolutely to the galling fire. Thick clouds of smoke poured from her twin funnels as her powerful engines, running at full speed astern, strove to release her from the grip of the shoal.

"Hurrah!" exclaimed Sefton. "Look, sir!"

Considering that d.i.c.k was looking all the time, the advice was unnecessary. Yet the mids.h.i.+pman's excitement was justifiable, for a striking example of British pluck was about to be shown.

Steaming slowly astern, the _Tremendous_ backed into the sh.e.l.l-torn inferno. Reckless of the hail of projectiles, a swarm of bluejackets cl.u.s.tered on her p.o.o.p, while from under her quarter a boat carrying a hawser sped towards her disabled consort. In an incredibly short s.p.a.ce of time, communication was established between the two battles.h.i.+ps; but, just as the _Tremendous_ gathered way, a sh.e.l.l severed the stout hempen rope.

Another attempt was made, but hardly was the boat clear of her parent s.h.i.+p when a projectile ploughed through her bows. Enshrouded in a cloud of smoke and steam, the pinnace disappeared beneath the waves.

Undaunted, the _Tremendous_ sent out a third hawser. Working under great difficulties, the crew of the _Hammerer_ succeeded in getting the stiff wire rope on board and attaching it to a chain "necklace" round the base of her after turret.

"She's moving!" exclaimed Farnworth.

Slowly the _Hammerer_ glided astern for almost her own length; then, with a bang that was audible above the roar of the guns, the hawser parted.

By the time the _Tremendous_ had checked her way and had re-established communication, twenty minutes had elapsed. Already the _Hammerer's_ top-hamper was little more than a tangled skein of steel. Her fore topmast had gone; her mainmast had been severed ten feet below the lower fighting-top. One of her funnels had gone by the board; the other was holed in twenty different places and looked little better than a sieve. Only the funnel-guys prevented it from sharing the fate of the former. Yet she kept up a heavy fire with unabated violence, while, to relieve the pressure of the Turkish batteries, two armoured cruisers closed and directed their attention upon the hostile guns.

Suddenly d.i.c.k sprang to the wheel, unceremoniously pus.h.i.+ng aside the c.o.xswain, whose whole attention was centred upon the stranded battles.h.i.+p.

"Full speed ahead both engines!" he shouted.

His quick eye had discerned a suspicious swirl on the surface within a cable's length of the picket-boat's starboard bow. Even as the little craft shot ahead, from the centre of the disturbed water appeared a periscope. It was not the periscope of a British submarine, of that d.i.c.k felt certain. It was a hostile craft, about to take her bearings prior to discharging a torpedo at the motionless _Hammerer_ or her almost equally handicapped consort.

"Stand by, men!" ordered the Sub.

The picket-boat, having a dead weight of fifteen tons exclusive of the crew, was capable of dealing a heavy blow, but Crosthwaite realized that that would mean her own destruction. Already he had weighed up the situation. It was risking the lives of a mere handful of officers and men in an attempt to save the huge battles.h.i.+p and her complement of nearly eight hundred.

With a heavy crash the keel of the picket-boat came in violent contact with a submerged object. It was something more substantial than the slender periscope, which, shattered by the impact, had vanished. For a moment the British craft seemed on the point of turning turtle; then, with a sickening movement, she slid over the obstruction into deep water.

It was evident that the picket-boat would not survive the collision.

The artificers, having taken steps to prevent an explosion of the boilers, abandoned the engine-room as the water rose above the beds of the engines. A minute later the crew were swimming for their lives.

"She's off, sir," announced a petty officer who was swimming strongly by the side of the Sub-lieutenant. "They'll pick us up all right."

The _Hammerer_, thanks to the efforts of the _Tremendous_, aided by her own engines going full speed astern, had shaken herself free from the dangerous shoal. Still replying briskly to the Turkish batteries, she glided into deep water, circled, and steamed slowly towards the spot where her picket-boat had disappeared.

"We'll get some of the sh.e.l.ls meant for her," spluttered Sefton, who had not yet succeeded in getting rid of a few mouthfuls of salt which he had taken in when the picket-boat sank under him.

"No fear; she'll screen us," answered d.i.c.k cheerfully. "We'll--"

The sentence was never completed. A flying splinter of sh.e.l.l, dropping from an immense height, had struck the Sub on the head. Sefton was just in time to grab his superior officer by the coat-collar before he sank.

"Bear a hand, Farnworth!" he exclaimed. "We can't let old Crosthwaite go, but I'm afraid it's a case!"

It was a fortnight later when d.i.c.k Crosthwaite opened his eyes. He was lying in Bighi Hospital at Malta, with his head swathed in surgical bandages. He felt horribly weak, and was unable to recollect the circ.u.mstances that led to his being in bed in a sh.o.r.e hospital.

Two men were standing a short distance from his cot. Their backs were turned towards him, as they faced the open window. One he recognized as the genial captain of the _Hammerer_, the other was a fleet-surgeon on the hospital staff.

"Then you feel fairly confident that you'll be able to pull him through?" asked the _Hammerer's_ skipper.

"There's every chance. He's as hard as nails, and will bob up like a cork."

"Rather a confusion of similes, my dear O'Loghlin," remarked the Captain with a chuckle. "All the same I'm glad to hear it. I want to ask you a favour. Let me know the moment Crosthwaite regains consciousness. I am particularly anxious, being his skipper, to be the first to tell him the good news."

"Very good, sir," replied the doctor. "I'll bear that in mind."