The Boy Allies at Jutland | Page 4

But these supplies were not great enough to take care of the whole German population. In
the conquest of Russian Poland, Germany had improved her lot somewhat, for the fertile
fields had immediately been planted and a good crop had been reaped.
And the one thing that prevented Germany from importing the things that would in the
end be necessary to her existence was the British supremacy of the sea, abetted now
somewhat by the navies of France, Italy and Japan. German commerce had been cleared
from the seven seas. What vessels of war had been scattered over the world at the
outbreak of the war had either been sent to the bottom, captured or were interned in
foreign ports. These latter were of no value to Germany.
It had been more than a year now since the last German commerce raider had been sunk.
The German commercial flag was seen no more in the four corners of the globe. It
appeared that Germany was nearing the end of her rope.
And yet, bottled up in Heligoland, remained the German high sea fleet practically intact.
It was a formidable fleet and one, it seemed, that should not be afraid to venture from
behind the protection of the fortress. And some day, the world knew, when all other ways
had failed, this great fleet would steam forth to give battle to the British, in a last effort of
the German Emperor to turn the tide in his favor; and while, in the allied nations at least,
there was no doubt of the ultimate outcome of such a struggle, it was realized that the

German fleet would give a good account of itself when it did venture forth.
Therefore, it was considered just as well that the British keep the German high sea fleet
bottled up and give it no chance to reach the open, where, although the greater part might
be sent to the bottom, some vessels might escape and embark upon a cruise of commerce
warfare. This bloodless victory, it was pointed out, was of just as great value to Great
Britain as if all the German ships of war had been at the bottom of the North Sea. Bottled
up as they were, they were just as ineffective.
This was the situation, then, when the _Queen Mary,_ with Jack and Frank aboard,
steamed down the Thames and out into the North Sea to take up again her patrol of those
waters; and there was nothing to warn those on board of the great battle that even now
was impending and that was to result disastrously for Great Britain, even though the
Germans were to suffer no less.
Mess over, Frank and Jack made their way to their own quarters amidships. Here they sat
down and for some time talked over the events of the days gone by.
"I guess there will be nothing for us to do this night," said Frank at last. "We may as well
turn in."
"I am afraid there will be nothing for us to do for some time to come," was Jack's reply.
"I am afraid it will be rather monotonous sailing about the North Sea looking for German
warships, when the latter are afraid to come out and fight."
"Well, you can't tell," said Frank. "However, that's one beauty of a submarine. You don't
have to wait around for something to happen. You can go out and make it happen."
"That's so. But, by Jove! I wish these fellows would come out and fight! Maybe we could
put an end to this war real quickly."
"Yes, but we might not," returned Frank.
"Why, don't you think we can thrash them?"
"I suppose we can; but at the same time they can do a lot of damage. Besides, some of
them have come out. We've sunk some, of course, but the others have returned safely
enough. I can't see any excuse for that."
"It does seem that they should have been caught," Jack agreed, "but I guess Admiral
Jellicoe, Admiral Beatty and the admiralty know what is going on."
"Sometimes it doesn't look like it," declared Frank. "I suppose there are still some of
these German submarines scooting about almost under our feet."
"I suppose so. However, ordinarily, as you know, they won't attack a battleship. It's too
risky. If they miss with the first torpedo, the chances are they will be sunk."

"Well, we sunk a few," said Frank.
"I know we did; but we took long chances."
"The Germans take long chances, too."
"You must have a little German blood in you, Frank," said Jack, with a smile. "If I didn't
know you better, I would think you were sticking up for them."
"No, I'm not sticking up for them; but they do things