upon the Channel has been but a transitory thing since August, 1914. It proved
itself such that morning, for I had scarce gotten into my dry clothes and taken the girl's
apparel to the captain's cabin when an order was shouted down into the engine-room for
full speed ahead, and an instant later I heard the dull boom of a gun. In a moment I was
up on deck to see an enemy submarine about two hundred yards off our port bow. She
had signaled us to stop, and our skipper had ignored the order; but now she had her gun
trained on us, and the second shot grazed the cabin, warning the belligerent tug-captain
that it was time to obey. Once again an order went down to the engine-room, and the tug
reduced speed. The U-boat ceased firing and ordered the tug to come about and approach.
Our momentum had carried us a little beyond the enemy craft, but we were turning now
on the arc of a circle that would bring us alongside her. As I stood watching the maneuver
and wondering what was to become of us, I felt something touch my elbow and turned to
see the girl standing at my side. She looked up into my face with a rueful expression.
"They seem bent on our destruction," she said, "and it looks like the same boat that sunk
us yesterday."
"It is," I replied. "I know her well. I helped design her and took her out on her first run."
The girl drew back from me with a little exclamation of surprise and disappointment. "I
thought you were an American," she said. "I had no idea you were a--a--"
"Nor am I," I replied. "Americans have been building submarines for all nations for many
years. I wish, though, that we had gone bankrupt, my father and I, before ever we turned
out that Frankenstein of a thing."
We were approaching the U-boat at half speed now, and I could almost distinguish the
features of the men upon her deck. A sailor stepped to my side and slipped something
hard and cold into my hand. I did not have to look at it to know that it was a heavy pistol.
"Tyke 'er an' use 'er," was all he said.
Our bow was pointed straight toward the U-boat now as I heard word passed to the
engine for full speed ahead. I instantly grasped the brazen effrontery of the plucky
English skipper--he was going to ram five hundreds tons of U-boat in the face of her
trained gun. I could scarce repress a cheer. At first the boches didn't seem to grasp his
intention. Evidently they thought they were witnessing an exhibition of poor seamanship,
and they yelled their warnings to the tug to reduce speed and throw the helm hard to port.
We were within fifty feet of them when they awakened to the intentional menace of our
maneuver. Their gun crew was off its guard; but they sprang to their piece now and sent a
futile shell above our heads. Nobs leaped about and barked furiously. "Let 'em have it!"
commanded the tug-captain, and instantly revolvers and rifles poured bullets upon the
deck of the submersible. Two of the gun-crew went down; the other trained their piece at
the water-line of the oncoming tug. The balance of those on deck replied to our
small-arms fire, directing their efforts toward the man at our wheel.
I hastily pushed the girl down the companionway leading to the engine-room, and then I
raised my pistol and fired my first shot at a boche. What happened in the next few
seconds happened so quickly that details are rather blurred in my memory. I saw the
helmsman lunge forward upon the wheel, pulling the helm around so that the tug sheered
off quickly from her course, and I recall realizing that all our efforts were to be in vain,
because of all the men aboard, Fate had decreed that this one should fall first to an enemy
bullet. I saw the depleted gun-crew on the submarine fire their piece and I felt the shock
of impact and heard the loud explosion as the shell struck and exploded in our bows.
I saw and realized these things even as I was leaping into the pilot-house and grasping the
wheel, standing astride the dead body of the helmsman. With all my strength I threw the
helm to starboard; but it was too late to effect the purpose of our skipper. The best I did
was to scrape alongside the sub. I heard someone shriek an order into the engine-room;
the boat shuddered and trembled to the sudden reversing of the engines, and our speed
quickly lessened. Then I saw what that madman of
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