There was a good deal of fog about; but overhead the sky was clear and there was the promise of a hot day before noon. Having the approximate latitude and longitude of the cattleship when she sighted the raider, Commander Lang believed the _Colodia_ had a good chance of overtaking the German ship while she was lingering about on the watch for her prey. The fog was growing thinner, but had by no means entirely disappeared even in the vicinity of the destroyer, when her wireless began to chatter. Sparks sent a messenger on the run to the bridge. This incident visibly increased the excitement of both officers and crew. Word was passed in whispers from the petty officers stationed near the bridge that the call was another S O S. A second message followed almost immediately. The _Colodia’s_ engines were speeded up. The crew was piped to quarters. The gun crews made ready their initial charges. Everything about the decks was properly stopped down and the destroyer was quickly put into battle trim. Message after message came from the radio room. Belding came breathlessly to Whistler and Al Torrance with the announcement that it was a sugar ship being attacked, and surely by the raider. Soon the distant reports of guns could be heard. “If the _Susanne_ can only hold the Heinies off till we get there,” said Belding, who had learned the name of the sugar-laden ship, “we will show them something.” “We will show them if the German raider isn’t too fast for us,” responded Al. “They say this _Sea Pigeon_ is mighty fast and a pretty nifty boat into the bargain.” “The old _Colodia_ will show her,” said Whistler with confidence. “Just give us a chance!” The destroyer plowed on through both sea and fog, while the rumble of the guns grew in magnitude. Whether much damage was being done or not, a good many shots were exchanged by the combatants. It might have been a veritable naval engagement. The fog swirled about the bows of the _Colodia_, and the lookouts strained their eyes to catch the first glimpse of the fighting ships. As the fog was thinning from above, the watchers in the tops had the best chance of first sighting the sugar ship and the raider that had attacked her. A wireless transmitted news of the fight as it progressed. The Germans had not yet succeeded in putting the merchant ship’s radio out of commission. In response, the destroyer had assured the _Susanne_ of her own approach. “Hold on! We are coming!” the _Colodia’s_ radio had sent forth. “Enemy half mile off. Steaming two knots to our one,” came the response from the sugar ship. “Fight it out! We are coming!” repeated Sparks from the destroyer. “Shell has burst abaft the afterhouse companion. Two of after gun crew killed. Volunteers take their places. We have put a shell through enemy’s upperworks.” “Great! Keep it up!” chattered the _Colodia’s_ radio. “Another shell has reached us aft. Women and children sent forward to forecastle.”