Then another shell took Jones's leg off. But he still fought the one gun left in action, firing its last round as the waters closed above him. About the same time the destroyer _Onslow_ made for a German light cruiser that was trying to torpedo Beatty's flagship, _Lion_. Hitting the light cruiser with every gun at short range she then passed on to try her own torpedoes on the German battle cruisers, when a big shell scooped out most of her midships above the water-line. Retiring slowly she again met the light cruiser and this time finished her with a torpedo. Finding he had two torpedoes left Commander Tovey then made for the German battle line with the last ounce of steam the _Onslow's_ engines could work off. He fired them both, and probably hit the dreadnought that was seen to reel out of line about three minutes later. The _Defender_, though herself half wrecked by several hits, then limped up and took the _Onslow_ in tow till one o'clock the next afternoon, when tugs had come to the rescue. [Illustration: H.M.S. _Monmouth_, Armoured Cruiser. Sunk at Coronel, November 1st, 1914.] The strongest of all the lighter ships that cleared the way for Jellicoe's battle fleet were the armoured cruisers, which are about half way between the light and battle cruisers. Sir Robert Arbuthnot's First Armoured Cruiser Squadron, speeding ahead of Jellicoe, swooped down on the German light cruisers in grand style, sank one, lamed two, and was driving the rest before it, helter-skelter, when, without a moment's warning, the huge hulls of the German battle line loomed out of the mist at almost point-blank range! In his eagerness to make short work of all the German light craft in the way Sir Robert had lost his bearings in the baffling mist and run right in between the two great battle lines. Quick as a flash he fought the German giants with every gun that he could bring to bear while turning back to take his proper station on the flank. But he was doomed and knew it. Yet, even at that fatal moment, his first thought was for the men whom, through no fault of his own, he had led into this appalling death-trap; and besides the order to turn back he signalled the noble apology to all hands under his command: "I beg your pardon." The end came soon. A perfect tornado of gigantic shells had struck his flagship, the _Defence_, at the very first salvo. She reeled under the terrific shock and had hardly begun to right herself before her sides were smashed in by another. At the third she crumpled up and sank with every soul aboard of her. Her next astern and second, the _Black Prince_, and the _Warrior_, managed to crawl away under cover of the mist. But both went down; though the battered _Black Prince_ survived to be sunk by German battleships during the night. [Illustration: BATTLESHIP FIRING A BROADSIDE.]