The Boy Allies at Jutland | Page 2

their legs ashore, they, nevertheless, had been glad when the time to steam back
into the open sea had come. Now, as the Queen Mary entered the mouth of the Thames
and prepared' to leave the shores of Old England for the broad expanse of the North Sea,
they sang, whistled and laughed gaily.
They were going back where they would get another chance at the enemy, should he
again venture from his lair.
Forward, upon the upper deck, stood two young officers, who peered into the darkness
ahead.
"To my mind," said one, "this beats a submarine. Just look about you. Consider the size
of this battleship! Look at her armament! Think of the number of men aboard!"
"You may be right," returned the second officer, "but we have had some grand times
beneath the sea. We have been to places and seen things that otherwise would have been
impossible."
"True enough; but at the same time, when it came to a question of fight, we have had to
slink about like a cat in the night, afraid to show ourselves to larger and heavier
adversaries. Now, aboard the Queen Mary, that will be done away with. Now we are the
cat rather than the mouse."
"It may be that I shall come to your way of thinking in time," said the second speaker,
"but at this moment I would rather have the familiar feel of a submarine beneath my heel.
I would feel more at home there. Besides, we have lost one thing by being assigned to the
Queen Mary that hits me rather hard."
"I know what you mean," said the first speaker. "We indeed have lost the companionship
of a gallant commander. Captain Raleigh undoubtedly is a first class officer--otherwise
he would not be in command of the _Queen Mary_--but we are bound to miss Lord
Hastings."
"Indeed we are. Yet, as he told us, things cannot always be as we would like to have them.
He was called for other service, as you know, and he did his best for us. That is why we

find ourselves here as minor officers."
"Yes; and it's a whole lot different than being the second and third in command."
At that moment another young officer hurried by.
"Coming, Templeton? Coming, Chadwick?" he asked as he passed.
"Where?" demanded the two friends.
"Didn't you hear the call for mess?"
"No; By Jove! and I'm hungry, too," said the young officer addressed as Templeton.
"Come along, Frank. We have been so busy talking here that we had forgotten all about
the demands of the inner man."
The two hurried after the officer who had accosted them; and while they are attending to
the wants of the inner man, as Templeton termed their appetites, we will take the time to
explain how these two lads came to be aboard the giant battleship, steaming into the
North Sea in search of the enemies of Great Britain and her allies.
Frank Chadwick was an American youth of some eighteen years. Separated from his
father in Naples at the outbreak of the great war, he had been shanghaied aboard a sailing
vessel when he had gone to the aid of a man apparently in distress. There he was made a
prisoner.
Some days later he had been rescued by Jack Templeton, a young Englishman, who had
boarded the vessel off the coast of Africa, seeking payment for goods he had sold to the
mutinous crew. The two lads had been instrumental in helping Lord Hastings, a British
nobleman, put through a coup that kept Italy out of the war on the side of Germany and
Austria. Lord Hastings had become greatly attached to the lads, and when he had been
put in command of a vessel, he had both boys assigned to his ship.
Through gallant service Frank and Jack had won their lieutenancies. Later Lord Hastings
had assumed command of a submarine and had made Jack his first officer and Frank his
second officer.
Through many a tight place the lads had gone safely, though they had faced death more
than once, and faced it calmly and bravely. Also, at this period of the war, they had seen
service in many seas. They had been engaged in the first battle of the North Sea, when
Great Britain had struck her first hard blow; they had participated in the sinking of the
German Atlantic squadron near the Falkland islands, off the coast of Argentina, in South
America; they had fought in Turkish waters and in the Indian Ocean, and also had been
with the British land forces when the Japanese allies of the English had won the last of
the German possessions in China.
In stature and disposition the boys were as different as could