Of course, the British soon got on to the _Moewe's_ quick-change habits, and were not to be fooled by them. On one of her adventures, the _Moewe_ was trapped off the eastern coast of South America. The British cruisers _Glasgow_ and _Amethyst_ were warned by wireless that the _Moewe_ was steering south from Fernando Noronha to take coal. So they rushed out from Rio de Janeiro to trap her. Presently, the _Glasgow_ spotted the _Moewe_ on the horizon. The German ship had on one of her innumerable disguises, and the captain of the _Glasgow_ could not recognize her. He was wary, however, and on to the _Moewe's_ tricks, so he wirelessed her to stand by to be searched. The _Moewe_ turned and ran south. The _Glasgow_ could make twenty-five knots and easily outrace her. The _Moewe_ was well armed with guns and torpedoes and would fight, but she would be no match for an armoured ship. The men aboard the _Moewe_ seemed as good as at the bottom of the sea. The _Glasgow_ knew that the fleeing ship must be the long-sought-for raider, and prepared to sink her. The two ships steamed with straining boilers, and the Glasgow was fast creeping up on the _Moewe_. When almost within range, the hunted raider ran into one of those sudden rain squalls that sweep over the ocean. Like the Biblical cloud, it hid her from the pursuing cruiser. Of course, the _Glasgow_ followed her into the squall. But as the _Moewe_ ran through the swirling storm, she passed another steamer, this one steaming north. The cruiser saw emerging from the squall this new ship. She had three masts. The _Moewe_ had had but two. The captain of the _Glasgow_ thought only of the _Moewe's_ ability to disguise herself. He presumed that the _Moewe_ had taken advantage of the squall to run up a third mast and then double back on her trail in the hope that the Englishman would not recognize her and that she might pass safely and even have an opportunity to torpedo the Glasgow. The cruiser instantly opened fire, and blew the poor, inoffensive cargo steamer out of the water. It was only when they examined the wreckage that they discovered that they had made a mistake and sunk a British freighter! Meanwhile, the _Moewe_ had escaped once more. Nor was that the only ship the British sank by mistake. They shelled two harmless sailing vessels to pieces, mistaking them for our _Seeadler_. It all came about because of one of those familiar war rumours, a rumour to the effect that we were already somewhere off the Australian coast. An Australian cruiser encountered a Scandinavian three-master, and they seemed to think she was behaving queerly. Word had been passed around that the _Seeadler_ carried torpedoes. So the cruiser thought she had better not run any chance of being blown up. She opened fire at long range. Only ten men aboard the Scandinavian ship were saved. Later on, the armoured cruiser _Kent_[1] sank another sailing vessel under similar circumstances in the Pacific.