The Boy Allies Under the Sea | Page 9

there was serious work ahead of them.
Lord Hastings himself had examined both guns carefully and announced that they were in first-class condition.
"All ready for use," he had said.
And now, although neither lad knew it, the time was fast approaching when they were to be greatly needed.
Several times in the course of the next hour Lord Hastings ordered Jack to see what he could pick up ahead; but each time the result had been the same. There was nothing to disturb the calm peacefulness of the night.
And then they were spared the need of another look, for there suddenly loomed up less than a hundred yards ahead a dull-glowing white light.
"To the forward gun, Mr. Templeton," ordered Lord Hastings, thus, for the first time on this mission, falling into old aboard-ship terms.
Jack sprang forward.
"Man the gun astern."
Frank obeyed this command with alacrity.
Then the two lads awaited developments.
Apparently the craft ahead had not discovered the presence of the motorboat containing Lord Hastings, Jack, Frank, and a crew of four men; neither did the distance between the two boats seem to diminish. The two were not approaching each other.
"Twenty-five knots," came Lord Hastings' command, and the little craft seemed to leap ahead.
The light ahead drew closer.
"Train your gun on her, Mr. Templeton," ordered Lord Hastings, "and if I give the command, fire to sink her."
This command was needless, for Jack had already gauged the range and trained the gun. Nevertheless he replied:
"Yes, sir."
The pursuers now had approached within fifty yards of their quarry, and still not a sound save an occasional order from Lord Hastings had broken the stillness of the night. There had been nothing to indicate that the other boat was even occupied, save the sudden appearance of the light aboard.
But now, as the pursuers crept even closer, there came a sudden startled exclamation from ahead; and at the same moment the light disappeared.
"Fire!" cried Lord Hastings.
"Boom!"
Jack had fired the gun.
There was another startled exclamation from ahead.
"Did you hit her?" asked Lord Hastings.
"Think so, sir," replied Jack. "Don't see how I could have missed at that distance."
"We'll cruise about a bit and see," said Lord Hastings.
He gave the command and the motorboat slowed down.
For half an hour the little craft circled about, but there was no trace of the other boat. All aboard flashed searchlights about the water, and the larger light in the bow was turned on, casting a bright ray over the water.
"They've either gone away or to the bottom, sir," said Frank.
"And I guess it's away," said Lord Hastings. "Jack must have missed."
"Don't see how I could, sir," declared the lad.
"Better let me try with a revolver next time," put in Frank. "I know I could have landed one of them."
"Well, they have gone. But we'll get them if we have to follow them for a month."
"Who, sir?" asked Frank, who could restrain his curiosity no longer.
"Why, your fellow conspirators, Davis and Baron Blosberg."
"Baron who?" asked Frank.
"Blosberg. He is the man we are after. We have evidence to prove that he is at the head of a body of spies that have been divulging our plans to the enemy. Davis is merely one of his instruments."
"I don't know anything about the baron," interrupted Jack, "but if he is anything like Davis, I haven't any use for him on general principles."
"He's just a bit worse, if that is possible," declared Lord Hastings.
"Then we shall have to get him," declared Frank.
"Right," agreed Jack. "A man like that is too dangerous to be running around loose."
"We may as well proceed then," Lord Hastings decided. "The chances are we shall find them at the mouth of the river. However, we will hardly pick them up before daylight."
And Lord Hastings was right.
Day dawned cool and grey, and in spite of their heavy oilskins, Frank and Jack were chilled to the bone from their long stay in the cold. Several times Lord Hastings had asked them if they wished to go below and warm up a bit, but each was too interested to leave his post for a moment.
"Can't tell what minute we may run across them, sir," Jack had said, "and I want to get even for the miss I made a while ago."
A slight fog rose over the water. Lord Hastings gave an exclamation of impatience.
"Even the elements conspire against us," he said aggrievedly.
"It's not much of a fog, sir," said Jack. "It may lift at any minute."
But it didn't lift, and at noon was as dense as before.
But the very fact of the fog finally brought the pursuers upon their quarry.
A small boat appeared suddenly perhaps a hundred yards ahead, barely visible in the gloom.
"Looks like them, sir," declared Jack.
"What makes you think so?" demanded Lord Hastings, at the same time throwing over the wheel.
"I don't know, sir," replied Jack. "I