Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-dayJeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
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Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-day
Jeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
Adventure stories; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
"Take some fire-bars to moor them with, and leave them as close in as
you can," he told the Sub. "Light the lanterns, and come back as fast
as you can."
My! wasn’t that a pretty little game? and weren’t those torpedo-boats
a-going to get a sur-prise?
It took pretty near a ’alf-’our to do this, and every now and agin we
could ’ear shots—sometimes closer and sometimes seemingly farther off;
but at last the lamps shone out, and though they did look a trifle
unsteady in the swell, still they was good enough to deceive them
Chinese.
When the Sub had got back we went off to where we’d heard the firing.
It was getting less dark now, and a few stars were coming out, and in a
few minutes a long dark thing, with flames sputtering from the funnels,
went flying past us—one of the Chinamen a-going ’ome—and another
followed her, and we just laid low and let them go, chuckling to
ourselves and thinking of the trap we’d laid for ’em.
"No. 2" had got hold of something now with a vengeance, for she was
firing pretty fast, and, as we hurried over to her, we could see the
flames of her guns and sometimes the flash of a busting shell; coming
towards us too, she was.
We got our search-light cleared away, and when we were quite close we
found "No. 2" a-hanging on to a poor unfortunate torpedo-boat and
banging away at it; so we just slewed round her stern and turned our
light on the wretched thing—an old torpedo-boat just struggling along at
about twelve knots—to make it a respectable target.
That just did the trick, for she got hit by one of "No. 2’s"
12-pounders, in the boiler most likely, and seemed just to double up,
open out amidships, and go slithering under.
[Illustration: THE SINKING OF THE PIRATE TORPEDO-BOAT.]
Poor wretches! an’ we ’adn’t the ’eart to cheer; ’twas so one-sided a
show.
We stopped and tried to pick up some of her men, and did save a couple
of Chinamen, more dead than alive with fright. They turned out jolly
useful, as you shall ’ear afterwards.
"No. 2" hadn’t seen the fourth boat, so we pushed on back to the
entrance to look for her in case she tried to get in. The two lights we
had left were still burning, but we couldn’t see what had become of the
two torpedo-boats which had passed us.
The people on shore must a ’eard that torpedo-boat blow up, for now a
couple of search-lights shot out from somewhere high up on the cliff
near the entrance, and began hunting round to see what all the fuss was
about.
It just happened that where we’d moored the boats was a bit round the
corner and out of sight of them searchlights, so we stayed abreast of
them and watched the two beams a-travelling from side to side, and
presently saw the missing torpedo-boat coming sneaking in. She must
have gone right around the island.
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