The Boy Allies at Jutland | Page 3

be. Frank, though large for
his age, looked small when alongside of Jack. The latter, though no older than his friend,

was a huge bulk of a boy, standing well over six feet. He was built proportionately.
Strong as an ox, he was, and cool of head.
Here he differed from Frank, who had something of a temper and was likely to do
something foolish on the spur of the moment if he became angry. Jack had served as a
damper for his friend's anger and enthusiasm more than once.
That they could fight, both boys had shown more than once. Jack, because of his huge
bulk and great strength, was, of course, harder to beat in a hand-to-hand struggle than was
Frank; but what the latter lacked in this kind of fighting, he more than made up in the use
of revolver, rifle or sword.
Frank was a crack shot with a revolver; and more than once this accomplishment had
stood them both in good stead. Each was a good linguist and conversed in French and
German as well as in English. This also had been of help to them in several ticklish
situations.
On their last venture, at which time they had been under command of Lord Hastings, they
had reached the distant shores of Russia, where they had been of some assistance to the
Czar. In reaching Petrograd it had been necessary for them to pass through the Kiel canal,
which they had done safely in their submarine in spite of the German warships and
harbor defenses. Also they had managed to sink several enemy vessels there.
Returning, Frank and Jack had gone home with Lord Hastings, where Lady Hastings had
insisted that they remain quiet for some time. This they had done and had been glad of
the rest.
One day Lord Hastings had come home with the announcement that he had been called
back into the diplomatic service. It was the aim of the British government to align Greece
and Roumania on the side of the Allies. Realizing that they could not hope to accompany
Lord Hastings, and not wishing to remain idle longer, Frank and Jack had requested Lord
Hastings to have them assigned on active duty at once. Lord Hastings promised to do his
best.
And this was the reason that Frank Chadwick and Jack Templeton found themselves
aboard H.M.S. Queen Mary when she steamed out to the North Sea on an evening in the
last week of May, 1916.
CHAPTER II
A BIT OF HISTORY
Up to this time the German Sea fleet, as a unit, had suffered comparatively little damage
in the great war. Sheltered as it was behind the great fortress of Heligoland, the British
sea forces had been unable to reach it; nor would the Germans venture forth to give battle
to the English, in spite of the bait that more than once had been placed just outside the
mine fields that guarded the approach to the great German fortress itself.

To have attacked this fortress would have been foolhardy and the British knew it. The
British fleet, powerful though it was, would have been no match for the great guns of the
German fortress, even had the battleships been able to force a passage of the mine fields;
and this latter feat would have been a wonderful one in itself, could it be accomplished.
Upon several occasions German battleships, cruisers and submarines had ventured from
behind the mine field and had delivered raids upon the British coast, almost 400 miles
away. How they escaped the eyes of the waiting British was a riddle that so far had not
been explained. But while they reached alien shores in safety, they had not returned with
the same success. Twice the British had come into contact with these German raiders and
in each case the enemy had come off second best. Several German cruisers had been sent
to the bottom.
After occasions like these, the Germans would lie long behind their snug walls before
venturing forth into the open again. They held the British navy in too great awe to treat it
lightly.
But the fact that the British were able to keep the German fleet bottled up was a victory in
itself, though a bloodless one. Practically all commerce with Germany had been shut off.
It settled down to a question of how long the German Empire could survive without the
necessary food and other commodities reaching her shores. What little in the way of
foodstuffs did reach Germany came by the way of the Scandinavian countries--Norway,
Sweden and Denmark; also some grain was still being shipped in by the way of
Roumania and was being transported up the Danube, which had been opened to traffic
again after Serbia had been crushed.