Produced by Al Haines. [Illustration: "The boy was brought alongside and lifted to the grating" (Page 34)] *DREADNOUGHTS OF THE DOGGER* _*A Story of the War on the North Sea*_ BY *ROBERT LEIGHTON* _Author of "The Golden Galleon," "The Thirsty Sword," etc._ WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED LONDON AND MELBOURNE 1916 _Made and printed in Great Britain by_ WARD, LOCK & Co., LIMITED, LONDON. *CONTENTS.* CHAPTER I.—WHAT’S BRED IN THE BONE II.—THE PERIL OF THE SILVER PIT III.—WATCHERS OF THE SEA IV.—THE MENACE OF THE MINES V.—UNDER THE SYCAMORE VI.—WHAT MARK FOUND IN THE PIGEON LOFT VII.—UNDER THE WHITE ENSIGN VIII.—HOW MARK MADE HIMSELF SMALL IX.—AN EXPERT IN MINE-SWEEPING X.—DARBY CATCHPOLE’S DISCOVERY XI.—THE ESCAPE XII.—A FLEET IN HIDING XIII.—THE GERMAN ADMIRAL XIV.—BRAVE AS A BRITON XV.—TREASURE TROVE XVI.—THE BOMB-PROOF SHELTER XVII.—TOLD THROUGH THE TELEPHONE XVIII.—A SHRIMPING ADVENTURE XIX.—U50 XX.—PUT TO THE TEST XXI.—THE RAIDERS XXII.—CUT AND RUN XXIII.—STRIKING THE BALANCE XXIV.—THE MEETING ON THE CLIFF XXV.—MAX HILLIGER’S SATISFACTION XXVI.—THE GUIDING LIGHT XXVII.—SURVIVORS XXVIII.—THE WAY TO CALAIS XXIX.—MAX MEETS THE ADMIRAL XXX.—DREADNOUGHT AGAINST DREADNOUGHT XXXI.—SUBMARINES AT WORK XXXII.—U50’S WORST CRIME XXXIII.—MAX RENOUNCES THE FATHERLAND XXXIV.—THE SUPPLY SHIP XXXV.—PRISONERS OF WAR *DREADNOUGHTS OF THE DOGGER.* *CHAPTER I.* *WHAT’S BRED IN THE BONE.* The Scoutmaster paused in his work of opening a tin of condensed milk on the top of a packing-case. Glancing upwards to the shoulder of the cliff, he caught sight of a figure partly concealed beyond a dark clump of gorse and bramble. He could see the shining brass tube of a telescope beneath a naval cap. The telescope was levelled at the slate-grey shape of a light cruiser riding at anchor in Haddisport Roads, abreast of the camp. "Your brother’s out early, Redisham," said the Scoutmaster, turning again to the milk tin. "I hope he’ll come down to us. I expect he can tell us a lot about that cruiser out there. He looks well in his cadet’s uniform!" Mark Redisham was bending over the fire, frying eggs and bacon. Some of his companions were in the tent, dressing after their morning swim, while others of the patrol were variously occupied in preparing the camp breakfast. "Yes, sir," he answered. "Lucky chap, isn’t he? I envy him being in the navy. And he’s more than a cadet now, Mr. Bilverstone. He’s a full-fledged midshipman—or soon will be, when he steps aboard his ship."