Mr. Parker was just chuckling to ’imself, "I’ve got a scheme, Jones, a ripping scheme. If they do come out they sha’n’t get back to-night," ’e said. Then ’e stopped talking, for, as we watched, something dark glided in front of the farther light, and shut it out for ’alf a minute. Then it shone again, and another dark thing shut it out, and so on till it disappeared four times, and then it burnt brightly again. "Four of them," muttered Mr. Parker, and ’is voice sounded like a blooming earthquake, we was all so still and silent and excited. It’s no use telling me you can judge distances at night, for you can’t, and though we thought we’d been no more than a couple o’ ’undred yards from the beach, it must ’ave been nearer ’alf a mile, for we saw nothing more for, may be, three or four minutes, when someone down on deck hissed "Ah", and looking shorewards we saw some sparks come flying up. You can’t imagine what the excitement was like; all the worse becos’ we dursn’t make a sound, and we could ’ear our ’earts a-thumping inside of us. Another minute an’ we could ’ear the noise of their engines just gently, slowly "’Ere we are, ’ere we are" they was a-saying, but getting more flurried, and, all of a sudden, with a white splashing under her bows, a long, black torpedo-boat just walked past us, and another and another and a fourth, and were swallowed up to seaward, leaving nothing but some oily smoke, which swept back into our faces. They hadn’t seen us, that seemed pretty certain, but "No. 2" had spotted them, for on the other side of the channel we saw a torrent of sparks flying up into the darkness, and knew she was going after them. "Mr. Lang is after them, sir; shall we chase?" asked the Sub-lootenant. But not a bit of it. "Hard a-starboard, slow ahead starboard, half-speed astern port," were Mr. Parker’s orders, and we turned in again towards the little light at the entrance. I ’eard Mr. Parker say to the Sub-lootenant, "If you’d seen those lights when I did, both of them shining up simultaneously, you’d feel pretty sure that they must be electric and on the same circuit, too. They probably have a cable running out to those outer rocks, and I want you to take the whaler ashore with a ’destruction’ party and try and cut the cable or smash the lamps." Then I understood what we were going to do, and if so be that we doused their glim for them, those torpedo-boats could never get back till daybreak, and we could make mincemeat of ’em. Nothing seemed moving on shore, not another light could be seen, just those two little lights down by the edge of the water. The swell was going down fast, too, so we lowered the whaler, an’ the Sub chose the five strongest men on board to pull her, and that didn’t leave me on board, you may bet your bottom dollar, and we took a torpedo instructor and grapnels and axes and shoved off in the dark, the swell lifting us along towards them lights.