". . . The commanding officer of the submarine, leaning on the rail of the conning-tower, looked down upon his victims. "Crouched upon the thwarts in the sunlight, up to their knees in water, which, stained crimson, was flowing through the shell-holes in the planking, soaked with blood, holding their wounds, staring with hunted eyes, was the heap of stricken men. "The German ordered the boat away. The shore was fifteen miles distant. . . ." He ordered the boat away! The shame of it! The abasing, dishonouring shame of it! Bitterly, tarnished--we realize our portion in the guilt, our share in this black infamy--that seamen should do this thing! What of the future? What will be the position of the German on the sea when peace returns, let the settlement by catholic conclave be what it may? Sailorfolk have long memories! Living a life apart from their land-fellows, they have but scant regard for the round of events that, on the shore, would be canvassed and discussed, consented--and forgotten. There is no busy competing commercial intrigue, no fickle market, no grudging dalliance on the sea. We stand fast to our own old sea-justice; we have no shades of mercy or condonation, no degrees of tolerance for this bastard betrayer of our unwritten sea-laws. No brotherhood of the sea can be conceived to which he may be re-admitted. Not even the dethronement of the Hohenzollern can purge the deeds of his marine Satraps, for their crimes are individual and personal and professional. In the League of Nations a purged and democratic Germany may have a station, but there is no redemption for a Judas on the sea. There, by every nation, every seafarer, he will remain a shunned and abhorred Ishmael for all time. PART III [Illustration: A STANDARD SHIP AT SEA] XVI THE CONVOY SYSTEM