Boy Scouts in the North Sea Part 26

"Of course, they've seen it, but if we show a white flag they won't do anything to us. They'll let us ask questions!"

In answer to this statement, a shot echoed across the water. A ball striking the crest of a wave sent a cloud of spray over the "U-13."

CHAPTER XVI

A STRANGE DISCOVERY

"Get down that hatchway!" ordered Ned, wiping the spray from his face.

"Those fellows see the name 'U-13'!"

"Won't they observe the white flag if we put it up?" asked Jack.

"I don't believe they will!" Ned stated. "Better get below!"

As if to emphasize the boy's opinion another report echoed over the s.p.a.ce of water separating the battles.h.i.+p from the new "U-13."

This time the sh.e.l.l had been aimed a trifle too high. It went directly over the lads on the diminutive deck. Instinctively they all ducked their heads as the missile screamed wickedly in its useless flight.

If anything was needed to decide the matter, this last offering seemed to serve the purpose. All three lads hastened down the ladder without further parley. Ned lingered a moment to close the hatch.

"Hang onto your hats!" cried Jimmie the next instant.

"Let's get down quick!" urged Jack. "Those fellows up there seem to mean business. My stars!" he added breathlessly, "that last one was certainly a beauty! They are getting the range, too!"

Already Harry had started the pumps, filling the ballast tanks with water to a.s.sist the "U-13" in the evolution of the dive. The rudders were deflected to their extreme range. With decks inclined to an alarming angle, the submarine fled toward the bottom like a hunted creature. Until the gauges showed a depth of twelve fathoms, Jimmie held the levers in position. Then he brought the craft to an even keel.

"It's plain to be seen that we'll not get much help from any s.h.i.+p on the North Sea!" declared Jack at length, as the ballast tanks were found to trim the vessel. "They're scared of us, I believe!"

"They haven't any reason to be scared of us!" stoutly protested Jimmie.

"We have never done a thing to them. We're absolutely neutral!"

"It seems to be one thing to be neutral," laughed Ned, "and quite another thing to convince other folks of the fact!"

"They might at least have given us a chance to explain!" grumbled Jimmie.

"We had a white flag flying for them to see!"

"Yes," argued Ned, "but did you stop to think that we were showing ourselves in a bad light? Remember the newspaper accounts of all the damage done by a submarine? I'm not surprised they ran away."

"And then we come along in a submarine! Of course, we couldn't expect them to wait for a German undersea craft to come popping out of the ocean and waltz up alongside so they could say: 'Good morning, Mr. Dutchman!

Won't you please accept this fine s.h.i.+p?'" added Jack.

"Well, I'm it!" declared Jimmie, joining in the laugh that followed Jack's facetious remark. "The joke's on me, all right! If I hadn't painted that figure 'three' in the name, we would have been on our way to England by this time! Oh, well," the boy added, "we'll get to England before long, anyhow, so I should worry!"

"It all shows, boys," spoke up Ned, "that we've got to be mighty careful about our appearance and the company we keep. We have gotten into this sc.r.a.pe largely because we were found in possession of goods we had no business to have. This last incident came about because we pretended to be something we were not!"

"I think that ought to be a good lesson to us," stated Jimmie. "It will be for me, I know! I'm sure I'll take it to heart!"

"I'm mighty glad we're away from that inquisitive gunboat!" put in Frank.

"Now, what's the next thing for us to do?"

"I move that we keep below the surface for a while. If we hold on a general southeasterly course, as has been suggested, we can't fail to bring up somewhere on the English coast."

"That sounds like the most reasonable plan," agreed Frank. "I propose that we put on speed and hurry along. Let's get somewhere!"

"Here we go!" cried Harry, increasing the speed with a touch on the levers. "Let's keep a sharp lookout, though!"

About half past three o'clock the boys decided to rise to the surface for the necessary airing of the vessel and storing of another supply of fresh air in the tanks provided for that purpose.

In furtherance of this plan, the rudders were s.h.i.+fted while Harry slowed the engines. Directly the craft ascended. The gauges indicated a depth of about eight fathoms when Jimmie, who was at the helm, requested that the rudders be again deflected.

"What's the matter?" questioned Ned, stepping forward.

"I can see the light reflected down through the water, and there's a big shadow up there!" declared Jimmie.

"What do you think it can be?" asked Ned wonderingly.

"Probably it's a big vessel of some sort. It may be a war s.h.i.+p, or it may be only a cargo carrier. In either event I don't want to get tangled up in the propellers. Let's sheer off a bit."

"All right," agreed Ned. "I'll go to the periscope. Maybe I can find out something as we rise slowly to the surface."

Cautiously creeping nearer the surface, the lads put the periscope into action. By its aid Ned made out that the craft was an armed vessel. The new "U-13" lay just submerged about a s.h.i.+p's length to starboard of the stranger. They maintained about the same speed.

Ned declared that he could make out the British flag at the stern of the other vessel. He stated that he could also notice a number of people aboard the steamer.

"Can you see what they look like?" asked Jimmie.

"They are regular sailors and marines," answered Ned. "Why," went on the lad excitedly, "that looks like Mackinder at the rail!"

Curiously the others crowded about the object gla.s.s of the periscope.

Each declared in turn that they recognized Mackinder.

"Now, I wonder what he's doing aboard that vessel!" mused Jack.

"Quite likely this s.h.i.+p met the fis.h.i.+ng boat and took him off so as to save the other the trouble of going clear back to England!"

"No doubt that's it," agreed Jack. "But look!" he continued, "he's discovered us! See him pointing toward us!"

"Better get ready to dive, then," cautioned Harry. "If he's able, he'll get them to shoot at us. If they hit the 'U-13' it'll be a long way to Tipperary for us! We don't know how thick this armor is!"

"Down we go!" shouted Jimmie, seizing the wheel. "Lively, now!"

Even as the boy spoke, a m.u.f.fled roar was distinctly heard by the lads in the submarine. A crash that reverberated through every portion of the vessel told that they had been hit by a projectile.

With a quick, startled glance at his companions, Ned hastened aft to examine the possible damage. He could discover no leak.