English fiction -- 20th century; Sea stories, English; War stories, English; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
"Absolutely successful! Twenty-four, all told. I got right across
to within ten miles of their coast."
The other gave an abrupt, disconcerting laugh. "You laid them in
fours, as you were ordered?"
The young man nodded. "They cannot miss them. And if a ship fails
to touch one direct she must cross one of the wires that connect
them. The impetus of her speed will swing them aft against her
side--two on each side.... Or three on one and one on the other...!
Then----!" The speaker made a graceful upward gesture with his hands
and smiled.
"And you were not sighted?"
"Once. The fog lifted a little, and one of their Light Cruisers must
have seen us. But I was flying their flag----" He laughed again.
"Oh, they are fools! Fools! They had time to blow us out of the
water six times over before I could slip back into the fog again."
The speaker lit a cigarette and moistened his dry lips. "Then I came
back as quickly as possible. And now I want my supper and some
beer--it's thirsty work, that--that trawling in the North Sea!" He
took a Service revolver out of the side pocket of his coarse reefer
jacket and extracted the cartridges from it as they walked along the
deserted quay.
His companion took his arm affectionately. "My dear boy," he
ejaculated. "Beer! Come along! You shall have a gallon--you have
earned it! Herr Gott in Himmel! You shall swim in it if you like."
2
It was the supper hour on board the Cruiser, and the "watch below"
were enjoying their leisure, after the fashion of the sailor-man,
along the crowded batteries. The sailor's meal, especially in war
time, is a satisfying affair; but he does not linger over it as one
lingers over the tea-table ashore. For one thing, the surroundings
are cramped and stuffy, and the time is short; there are other needs
more pressing: there is a duck jumper to be scrubbed by to-morrow
perhaps; or a few more inches to be added to the wonderful patchwork
quilt destined some day to be the pride and ornament of somebody's
home. Besides, on deck one can smoke a pipe.
The battery was thronged with men; many were sitting in pairs at a
mess-kettle, up to their elbows in soap-suds; forward by the break of
the forecastle the ship's barber was reaping a rich harvest of
pennies--a "penny a shave and twopence hair-cut" is the recognised
tariff. A sewing-machine whirred busily in the lee of a gun-shield;
the crew "standing by" the gun exchanged lazy chaff with the bearded
sempster. Their watch was nearly at an end, and with the prospect of
a meal ahead the sailor brightens wonderfully. The ship's pet goat
wandered from group to group, gravely accepting the
attentions--cigarettes, banana-skins, and the like--that came his way
during stand-easy.
Out of the wreaths of fog and tobacco-smoke forward drifted presently
the strains of an accordion----
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