The Boy Allies at Jutland | Page 9

it was Captain
Raleigh's time to smile.
"Told you so," he said to Captain Reynolds.
"Oh, you won one event last year," was the reply. "This high jump comes to us."
And it did. The score was now four to two in favor of the Indefatigable. Then came the
match with foils and this also went to the Indefatigable, making the score nine to two, for
this match carried five points for the winner. Also, the pistol contest and the boxing
match carried five points each.
"We've got you now, Raleigh," laughed Captain Reynolds. "Nine to two. You've got to
take both of the next two events to win. It can't be done."
"It has been done," was the reply.
"It won't be this time," was the reply. "I think we will win the revolver contest, for I have
some pretty fair shots, but if we don't, we are sure to take the boxing match. We've a
surprise for you there. Here they go."
The revolver match was on. There were three men on each team. The first mark was set, a
target at twenty yards with a six-inch bull's eye. Frank fired first. He hit the bull's eye
easily. So did the others, all except one of the Indefatigable crew, who was thus
eliminated, much to his disgust, as the spectators jeered him.
The next shot at a smaller mark eliminated one of the _Queen Mary's_ crew. An
Indefatigable man and a Queen Mary man both missed the next mark and there remained

but Frank for the Queen Mary and a man named Simpson for the Indefatigable.
The target had been removed to sixty yards and the bull's eye was but two inches. Frank
fired and scored a hit. So did Simpson. Next both hit the mark ten yards farther back.
A one-inch bull's eye was substituted. Frank fired first. He scored a clean hit. Simpson
also hit the eye, though not so squarely. Still it counted a hit.
Now the bull's eye was reduced to half an inch, and at seventy yards it seemed almost
impossible to hit it. This time Simpson was to fire first. Carefully he took deliberate aim
and fired.
A shout went up from the Queen Mary men who stood near.
"Missed it by a hair," said one. "Beat it, Chadwick! Beat it!"
"He can't beat it! Hooray! We've won!" This from the _Indefatigable's_ crew.
"Good shooting, old man," said Frank, quietly, as he took his position.
Carefully he measured the distance with his eye.
Then he raised his revolver slowly, and seeming scarcely to take aim, fired.
And a yell went up from the _Queen Mary's_ crew.
"Bull's eye! Bull's eye!" they cried, and danced and capered about the deck.
Frank had won. He had hit the bull's eye squarely.
The men rushed up and danced about him.
"Good work!" they cried. "Five points for us. Nine to seven now. We'll win this yet!"
Simpson approached Frank and extended a hand.
"Good shooting, son," he exclaimed.
Simpson was a man well along in years, and he put this touch of familiarity to his words
to make Frank realize that they were sincere. "I used to be something of a shot myself,"
he said. "But I guess you are better than I ever was."
Frank took Simpson's hand.
"You would probably beat me next time," he said.
Simpson shook his head.
"Not in a thousand years," he said, and walked off.

Meantime, Captain Raleigh and Captain Reynolds were having it out.
"Told you so! Told you so!" exclaimed the former, as pleased as a boy. "We'll beat you
yet, sure."
"No, you won't, Raleigh," said Reynolds, with a wink. "I'll tell you something. Ever hear
of a man named Harris?"
"Yes; I know several men by that name."
"Ever hear of Tim Harris?"
"By George! You mean Tim Harris, of the _Queen Elizabeth_?"
"The same."
"The champion of the British fleet, eh? You mean to tell me you have rung him in on
us?"
"We didn't ring him in," was the reply. "He was transferred to the Indefatigable before
the Queen Elizabeth went to the Dardanelles. We've been saving this up as a little
surprise."
Captain Raleigh had lost his look of optimism.
"Then our man should be warned," he said. "He may wish to withdraw."
"It is only fair to tell him who his opponent is," agreed Captain Reynolds. "I guess we
should have done it long ago."
"I'll tell him," said Captain Raleigh.
At this moment there was a loud cheer from the crew of the Queen Mary.
"Here he comes!" they shouted.
Jack, stripped to the waist and wearing a pair of trunks, had appeared on deck. Two men
accompanied him. These, it seemed, were to be his seconds. Jack caught sight of